I called my mom for her birthday today. Invariably, as parent-child conversations go, the conversation quickly became about me rather than her.
“Are you feeling any better?” she asked.
Wow, I thought. She’s acknowledging that I’m not exactly on top of my game.
“I think so. I don’t know.”
It was after I said this that she took the phone into another room, away from my dad. Wow, I thought. She’s going to drop some wisdom on my ass. She’s going to say something helpful. What a happy day.
“Well, Megan…” she finally said.
“Maybe you’re low on iron.”
“Maybe your iron level is low.”
Yes. Low iron. I should have thought of that. I should have known that sitting down to a big, heaping plate of red meat would solve my every quandry. Stupid, stupid girl.
[Jam of the Day]: Muse, Starlight