|No "body parts" here....|
The moment of panic ensued mostly because this time my laptop was on the floor under the drawer. Save the laptop - bones can heal, right. And also I had carefully put the body parts in the box with great precision and didn't want to do it again. I had almost lost my mind putting the organs in the mini-anatomical model the kids named "Joe Guts." (Joe is missing his heart - if anyone finds a heart about the size of a marble around here, please bring it to me. I'll put it in my jewelry box for a later reunion.) And folding Petite Pete the skeleton was not easy - he's fully articulated, but not a contortionist. And there were the three kidneys, two brains, teeth, ear, foot, femur, etc. I was not going to repack this if I could help it.
The only thing missing was my big eye. I think Martha tried to throw it away and I set it in the pantry closet. It'll turn up. It would have been helpful to have it to describe my visit to the ophthalmologist to the family. I started having bad 'vitreous opacities' and flashing lights in my right eye about a month ago. Right around the time the moving chaos began. First I was checked out for a stroke and then the internist* referred me to the eye doc. I was freaking out about glaucoma, since my mother had it....and I keep putting off getting in for my regular check-up. So my hand (or eye) was forced and the insurance paid for it. No glaucoma, 20/20 vision, only need glasses for reading. And a vitreous detachment. Which happens to most people eventually. I guess a lot of people never notice it - but being concomitant with personal chaos I was sure something had popped inside my head. The eye is surprisingly durable - I know this because part of the diagnostic process involved the doctor squeezing my eyeball hard...in about 8 different directions.
At least I labeled the box "Educational Anatomical Models." Because a box of "Body Parts" might put off the new neighbors.
*not my regular doctor, since I needed an appointment sooner rather than later. I'm not sure I made the best impression. I told him I don't drink - which is true, since I can't remember the last time I had a drink; probably more than a year. Then when he had me do some standing on one foot and touching his moving hand I asked if it was a field sobriety test. I also had to close my eyes and smell something and tell him what it was. I took about thirty seconds and then told him I couldn't name the flower - that is seemed like a synthetic floral blend, a bit like a fabric softener sheet. And he said, "Yes, it's soap." So I am obviously an over-thinker. It's hard to some up the amount of stress I've had lately, so I made it brief and he told me giving up caffeine would help. I didn't have time to tell him that this one time I really, really, really need caffeine.