Life

 I know most of us have seen information on Mrs. Guthrie ad nauseam. But there's something fishy here. 

The eyes in the close-up look female, as do the eyebrows. But I also see facial hair. So it's interesting. Why would someone want this 84-year-old woman and not take anything or steal anything from her home?

Rumors abound that the Orange Pedo has something to do with this because of an interview Savannah did that pissed him off. It's not remotely out of the line of possibility, knowing his childish behavior. 

Others say it is someone trying to hurt Savannah, possibly her first husband. Odd, but that has been going around.

They offered 1 million dollars and received nothing. No one comes forward. I'm sure Mrs. Guthrie is dead. She doesn't have her medications. Then there is the issue of her pacemaker being turned off. No, if they do ever find her, she will not be alive, I fear.

I think I need drugs. I'm losing it.  I hate it here. I hate America. I hate the dick face and his cronies who stole the election. I am depressed.  

There may not be enough drugs and alcohol to get through this, I don't know.  

CBS is being controlled by trumpie. I admire Anderson Cooper for doing the right thing.  I used to watch a TV show when I was young and living in Erie PA, called W5. It was a Canadian 60 Minutes-type show. In fact, when I watched it, a man named Steve Kroft was on W5 and then onto 60 Minutes for a few years. I will no longer watch 60 Minutes since they scrub the articles and pick and choose what can be said.

So how is this pro-life? Go on, explain it to me, you fuckers?
Is there anything worse than white southern republicans?  I think not. 

History can prove that. 

Since Canada wants me to have a million dollars in the bank to move there I may have to try for Denmark. Or Finland who came in number 1 again for the happiest place on earth.  Rick would love all the blondes. :-)

 

Remember when my posts were a tiny bit humorous?  

Sharing the laughter and funnies in my house.  

I need to get back to that. Now, we are hoarding food and water, should something like we think will happen, we are somewhat prepared.

I have a friend, an ex-Vet, who lives here. She wouldn't tell me what she was hearing from her military friends who are still in it. But she was passing on some advice to me that she had been given; she texted me to get things going. 

So that is our life.  If I don't need it, it's not like it will go to waste. 

I'm sorry. I will be lighter here, I promise. Give me a few days.

Bad year. I will do better...after the medication kicks in, that is. 😛

Now, if only there were medication for this, right?

He's At It Again.

 My mom used to tell me to just ignor that boy who is annoying you so. 
You can't ignore this MF. I look forward to his demise.

And thankfully, the women refused his invitation.  They said they had other important things on their schedule. "A Scheduling Conflict"

You know, like a bubble bath, catch a movie with friends, walk the dog. 

Important things other than visiting the dick head.

Yeah! That's Over.

Well, that's over.

If I am being honest with you, the Winter Olympics are not usually my preference. 

I prefer the Summer Olympics.  I watched hockey, men's and women's, ice skating, and curling. I know, I know, you're saying, CURLING?

I've mentioned before that when I was growing up, cable was a much smaller concept than today.  We didn't have a lot of channels, but we had a lot of Canadian TV.  After dinner, instead of Jeopardy, we watched curling. 

Jeopardy was on during the day back in those days. So after dinner at 7 or 7:30p there was curling. My Italian father would say it was similar to bocce on ice. It's not, but I got the correlation.  So unlike most of my peers, I know about curling, and I find it funny how much shit I get about it.

We also watched a bowling show on Canadian TV. I think it was duck bowling not sure. As a kid, I thought it was funny because the pins were little.

When I was home from school, I would watch a game show that was like Hangman.  That is where I learned that the letter Z(ee) was pronounced Zed in Canada. I was very young, and I remember asking my mother why they kept saying Zed. Of course, at age 9 or 10, I was clueless. 

There were a lot of TV programs in the 70s that I saw on cable that I now know were all Canadian. By the 80s, we had more options, and the Canadian channels seemed to disappear slowly. :-(

I also grew up with a minor league (is that what they are called?) hockey team.

They were called the Erie Blades. 

Today, The Erie Otters are the team in my hometown, and they are part of the Ontario Hockey League (OHL) 

Back in the 70s, the Erie Blades played at the Erie County Fieldhouse.

I had an Uncle, well, a friend of the family, actually, that we called Uncle.

This Uncle worked at the Erie County Fieldhouse. I never knew what he did because I was a self- consumed kid, and I never asked. But we got tickets to hockey games, tickets to concerts that were there, and he was always fixing me up with toothless Canadian Hockey Players.  That is funny to me. 

One weekend, he had a bunch of players over to his house. There was also a skating event at the Fieldhouse. Those skaters were some of my favorite ice skaters at the time. I just saw the ice skating revue, and I was thrilledthat  I could meet some of them.

My uncle called me and asked if Sue (my pretty blonde roommate) wanted to come over for a party. Hockey people and ice skaters, etc., would be there. So, of course, Sue and I go because it's boys.  We are 19, 20-ish at best.  We knew he was whoring us out, so to speak. He always wanted me to bring the girlfriends. Lots of hockey players, lots of girls.

In retrospect, it was all so innocent, being at my uncle's house and all. There was food and booze for those allowed to drink. He would never let me leave with them, but they could ask for my number. The rules to me were funny, but at that age, I didn't care; I was up for the fun and the boys.

Oh, and it was fun. I was thrilled to be meeting Tai Babilonia.

I went up to her, outstretched my hand, and told her that it was such a thrill to meet her and that I loved watching her and Randy skate.  

Her response? "Of course you do."  

She then, with a fake smile, turned and walked away. 

My hand was extended in the air like a fool, just hanging there.  

From then on, I no longer cared for the bitch.  ha ha

In all seriousness, I read that she attempted suicide and was addicted to drugs etc. She got herself clean, but maybe that was why she was such a bitch to me. Or I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt. Either way, it was a lesson I had to learn. Your heroes are just people, and they may not be your heroes after you meet them.

So that is why I know and enjoy hockey.  Have I gone to a Raleigh Hurricanes hockey game?  No, I have not.  Rick can't go due to his inability to walk far, and those steps so we only watch on TV. :-(  

Last night, we were tired of the Olympics when we settled in to watch some TV.

We chose a movie that was so awful, we couldn't understand why it was made.

It was getting these great comments and great reviews. 

Rick and I kept saying, "What the hell is she doing?" 

"Why don't they show the kid?"  "Where is the spouse?" "Why is she leaving her alone in a hotel room?" 

We talked through most of the movie. Then Rick said, "I've had enough, I don't give a shit if she drowns right now"  (she was in the ocean acting bizarre)

So we stopped watching it.

But at 3am, when I am awake, I was curious to see how it ended. It didn't really, it was like it's still going on, but I can't see it. It was the weirdest damn movie I have ever seen. It is called, "If I Had Legs, I'd Kick You." 

Makes it sound like it's interesting, doesn't it?  More like if you take hallucinogensics you'll be right at home with this damn movie to me. 

I get she was a stressed mom, but this was beyond that to me. It was her point of view, however distorted, and that disturbed me and made me not want to root for her. She was careless to say the very least.

Have any of you watched this and liked it?  Did you get it? What was that ending?

Is the kid healed? Does she have her therapist license revoked because she should? Did that baby's mother ever get her kid back? Did she imagine it all? 

I'm Sorry

I got up early to watch the gold medal hockey game.
I have never felt so bad for winning.
What hell is wrong with me?

If it were Russia, or anyone else I'd be beyond thrilled to have won.
Yet, we won the gold and I feel bad. The men while receiving their silver medals never smiled. 

Rick turned to me and said, "I think I'm a bad American. I feel terrible for Canada.  But, if now someone took out the orange pedo,all would be right in the world"

A bit sick but I understood.

I'm sorry Canada. It was a great match. Now I need some breakfast.

Banana Bread Day

 I finally got some good news. The biopsy was all clear. Yipee.

However, I must say that having to wear a bra for 2 days, 24/7, is not fun.

The hospital called me in the morning on Wednesday. I had already seen the outcome in my chart, so I knew all was good. This nice woman asked about swelling and pain. I told her I was fine. Nothing bad. She said, "You're keeping your bra on now, aren't you?" 

I laughed and said I was. I also said, "Your firm directions were to wear this for 24/7 for at least 2 days, and that I could shower after my procedure. So am I showering with my bra on?"

She laughed and said," I see your point. What did you do?"  

I told her I skipped the shower, and I am a stinky girl for the day.  

I told her I was going to cheat last night, and I began to take off my bra when my poor bruised boob let out a scream, so I put her back in the bra."  

She laughed and told me that she hears that all the time, everyone wants them off until they feel the pain of what it's like when it's off."  Seriously, I wasn't expecting that. I also don't understand why it hurts to let it go, but it feels better encased in a damn bra. It was just a teeny tiny little hole. 

Spring has sprung around these parts. It's 70 today, and tomorrow. Then it will return to the high 40s and 50s.  Spring here, I have learned, is a bit schizophrenic.  Trees all have big, huge buds that look like they will be exploding soon.  And the sneezing will commence. Better to sneeze than freeze, I say.

I'm off to make banana bread. I realized I didn't have walnuts. Rick said he likes pecans better anyway, so use them instead. Eww. 

I will because I don't wish to run out for walnuts. He reminded me I won't be eating it anyway, so why do I care? Hmm, good point. 

Well, I was hoping to make it GF, so maybe now I just won't. 

I don't need banana bread anyway. 

Ya'll can stop by for a slice with a cup of coffee a bit later if you'd like 😁

I'll let you know how it works 

My baking mojo has been off of late, so let's give it a try.

End of Week Ramblings

Is Sunday the end of the week or the new beginning?  I'm going with the ending.

It is a cool and rainy gray day here in the Southeast.

It's been raining all day. I absolutely love days like today.  I've been piddling around and not really accomplishing anything.

I did watch the Bruce Springsteen movie. I think Jeremy White did a fabulous job. The movie, to me, was not well done. I also didn't like that it skipped many of the things Bruce himself wrote about in his life. This didn't seem linear to me. But it was a movie on a rainy day.

I also made a 3-ingredient soufflé. I haven't made this in a good long time, but I love this cake. (we call it a cake)  It's 5 eggs, cream cheese, and sweetened condensed milk. That's it. Oh, there is the egg separating and only whipping the egg white first. But it's not difficult, and we both love it. I made it for my birthday one year ago, and my friend and her son liked it so much that they've now made it a few times. And it's gluten-free, so I can eat the whole damn thing if I want. 

This coming week I have only 1 dr appointment, and honestly that makes me happy. 

But as far as weeks go, this last couple have been hum-dingers.

The things people have said to me knock me out. Rick asked me if I told you all about the young nurse. I told him I forgot. So here is what she said to me.

I got off the doctor's table, and she handed me this piece of paper and then just looked at me. I smiled, and she said, oh so innocently, "I bet you were very pretty when you were young."

Yes, she thought that was a compliment. So I just smiled. What does one say to that remark?

I think that I should be given a reward or gift of some importance for my restraint from bitch slapping her and telling her I was ugly when I was young, too!

Medical Terms

I have had a few too many doctor's appointments this week.

Here are some of the phrases I heard that I wasn't all that fond of.

* For a woman your age. 

Is it disrespectful if I respond to the dr with a Bite Me?

* Mildly concerning that this is malignant.

Okay, you can keep it to yourself and just tell me you are concerned about what you see on my mammogram, and you'd like to look further into this to be sure it is nothing to worry about.  That could have been a better way for me to hear this.

* End Stage Arthritis

What?  When one hears end-stage, don't you automatically go to dying?

Geez, I think for arthritis, they could use a different term?  Just me?

I get it, it's a joint replacement time. But end stage to me sounds so ominous. 

Doctors should have a class on female anatomy and bedside manners.

For most male doctors, everything women have is hysteria or stress.

Again, Bite Me.

Off my medication and given a new one. I do not get sick on this one.

Today's BP was 122/65.  So no more of that horrible medication!

So the last thing left is my biopsy, and I am done with doctors.

Remember when we first retired, and Rick made a proclamation in our first week. He was no longer bending, and there will be naked Tuesdays. 

Well, my proclamation is - no more doctor visits for the year!

A girl can dream, can't she? 

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As you all know, I love Dateline. I listen to it in my car, which I realize when I say this to others, it sounds so pitiful. I abhor violence. Yet this show I enjoy. It's like comfort food for me.

While in the car and in traffic on my way to a doctor's appointment, I am listening to Dateline. They go on and on again about how this person is the best person in the world. She was so kind, loving, and never hurt a fly. But someone killed her.

There were about 10 solid minutes on the attributes of this dear young woman.

Everyone was listing her qualities, and not a soul said a unkind word. Isn't that what everyone would want? It was all flowery and sugary sweet.

Which again made me think if I were found dead, what would be said?

Did you see what the hell she was wearing? Leggings and a tunic again?

She was so sarcastic. I bet she just pissed someone off with that mouth of hers.

She was nice, but if she thought you were a fool, she would just pay you no mind.

She seemed to be an extrovert in all ways, but she didn't really like people; she preferred dogs.

I'm glad he killed her; she hated my cat. (no. I hate/scared to death of all cats, not just yours.)

She would always get me in trouble when we were in a meeting because she would make me laugh, and I'd be the one who got yelled at for laughing.

It pisses me off because she is always right, and it just pisses you off to the point that I can understand how someone would kill her (said her husband)

So the moral of the story is I won't be killed or on Dateline. I'm too mean.

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                                               If true, I love this below

Good News

 It's about time, isn't it?

Since moving here, I have not driven in morning rush hour traffic. I had no reason to get up anymore. So having to be at Duke at 8 a.m. and it's 55 minutes away in afternoon traffic i was a bit concerned. I assumed over an hour. I forgot I don't live in the DC Metro Area anymore.

This retirement has ruined me. I used to get up and go, but not anymore. So I had to pee at 5am and decided I might as well stay up because falling back asleep for 1 hr is even more painful.  

I showered and got dressed for the day.

I walked into the living room and hit the TV button. The first thing that came on was that it was 16 degrees in Garner. Durham was 13.  Oh goodie.  I turned around and made a change in my wardrobe.

I  kissed Rick goodbye as he slept in a warm bed that looked so inviting. I did not want to do this drive. But to my surprise, it was traffic, but it moved along. I think I was projecting my DC Beltway traffic or Route 66 from DC to VA life to here.  

I lived 12 miles from the Dulles airport. It could take me an hour or more, depending on the time of day. You can imagine how great I felt being overly concerned for nothing. This was easy peasy. I listened to my favorite podcast, Dateline, and Keith Morrison has become a soundtrack of late. 

I got to Duke with 15 minutes to spare. I stood in line at registration for the next 15 minutes. Everyone was so friggin' cheery at that hour.  In this waiting area is a round coffee table of sorts with comfy chairs around it like a circle. I saw a few women sitting there, so I walked over and said Good Morning. They were a hoot.

I have never enjoyed a waiting room as much as with these women. We were all between 60 and 85. The 85-year-old told us she was 85, and I almost gasped out loud. I asked what she was taking because I wanted some. She looked 65 at best.

Then a very pretty young 20-something came and asked if she could sit in the last chair. The 85-year-old said, "What do you think, gals?  She's awfully young and pretty, might not fit the demographic in this corner."  We all laughed, and the 85-year-old told her to sit down and waved her over.  She was asked where she was from, Minnesota.  I had to wait an hour, but I am thankful there is a Starbucks in the waiting room area and that I had delightful companions to pass the time. 

After they call me back, I do not see the doctor. I see a plethora of people who work in this dept. First, they dilate my eyes. Then, a typical eye exam involving having to read the eye chart. Then they look all over my eyes. 

I am then taken to a room where they take pictures of Betty.

I hate the bright light. I find that more uncomfortable than the eye injections.

Then I am escorted to another waiting area. 2 of the women in our first waiting room circle are there. When I arrive, they put up their arms and say, "Yeah."  We all laugh. The nurse who escorted me said, "My, you're popular."  

That made us all laugh even harder.

Finally, I was called to see Dr. S.  I just love this doctor.  He came in wearing his Chuck Taylor sneakers as always, but today he came in grinning from ear to ear and did this funny, happy dance.  He says to me, You have got to see the side-by-side pictures. He turns the computer to me to view everything.

He is now pointing out the differences which I can plainly see on this big screen. 

I am so thrilled.

Betty is so much smaller. My vision is so much better. I had mentioned to Rick before the eye scare that I felt like my vision was better, and sure enough, I wasn't wrong.

The last eye injection I received was different from the rest. Painful, unlike the others, but not bad. It was far stronger, and I know we had to get permission from Medicare for this. But it worked.  I wish I could show you all the difference; it was so wonderful to see. Literally.

Now, what that red horror movie eye was about. It was a blood vessel that broke in my eye. He said they could still see the remnants of this when in the machine, but looking at me, you no longer see the red. But it's like a bruise, and it's yellow now, they said. Okay.  He gave me a few reasons that could happen. Coughing, straining, blood thinners, sometimes people who bruise easily, this will happen to them, the steroid shots could weaken them, and finally, dry eyes as well.

Bingo! I have all but blood thinners.

When he mentioned brusining easily he grabbed my wrist and said like this? Do you bruise easily normaly?  yep, all my  life.  

Bottom line, this was not a big deal and that is wonderful news.

But the best news is that bitch Betty has gotten smaller.

Now for shallow news pertaining to my eye.

My right eye is at half mast. I am very self-conscious of this. When I do wear makeup, you can't tell as much, but you can tell. 

I asked Dr. S if there was anything he could tell me to do to get this back up.

(Do you see the theme here in my life. I need everything lifted, damn it.)

Apparently, it's from the steroid injections into my eye.

He said he could refer me to an oculoplastic surgeon who performs oculofacial surgery.  huh?  He only works on eyes for medical reasons, not just because you don't like aging. I laughed and said, okay but while he is in there...

He said this is normally covered by your insurance because it is a medical issue. 

Which, by the way, is the only way I can afford this. 

By the time I got home, I received a message in my portal that an appointment was made for me with this Doctor in Raleigh at the Duke Eye Oculofacial Plastic Surgery Center. I think they need a shorter name. The appointment is in June, but hey, he got me an appointment, and I didn't have to do anything. I did my homework on the guy. Then I checked his reviews. Thousands all 5's except 1 that was 4.5, so that was good. 

There ya have it, finally good news from me 

Monday

 

It's A Betty Day.

Hope to 'see' you soon.

🤞😁

Lazy Friday

Today is Friday, and it's the first day of the week that I didn't have an appointment to be somewhere. I'm being lazy today. A lot I could be doing, and I am not doing anything.

Last night, Rick and I watched an episode of The Pitt, and then we binged the entire new season of Lincoln Lawyer and went to bed at 4:30am.  That was something we haven't done in many, many years. I made popcorn, and we sat and watched this show to the end of Season 3. I love the show, but honestly, now it's done, and we will have to wait another year  

We tend to get upset when we are doled out an episode a week like Shrinking and The Pitt. We always say we wish we could just watch more than 1 episode, but then, like last night, we'd watch it all and have nothing then to watch.

I know the Olympics are on, and heaven knows that will be 24/7. I will watch some, but  I can't watch it all. I prefer the Summer Olympics if I'm being honest. Not big on skiing. I do enjoy skating, but none of the winter Olympics thrill me. 
I'll watch hockey when it gets towards the end, but again, if I miss it, I'm okay with it. 

I admit I enjoy the hell out of Snoop Dogg's commentary on all sporting events. 

In the meantime, I am waiting for the World Baseball Classic on March 4th. That is more my jam.

I will be going to Duke Eye Center on Monday morning at 8:15am. God, that is early for a one-hour drive, isn't it?  I'm concerned, but I have to think positively. I mean, the powers that be must have others they can throw health shit at and can leave me alone for a while, right? 

In other fun news - This below is my arm after my colonoscopy and endoscopy. I tend to bruise easily, but this one was so dark.  

It's now faded a great deal and is hardly noticeable, really, in comparison.  

I made the mistake of having my arm on the counter where I was picking up my car. There were 3 customers, and we were all talking and laughing about what this young man had said to one of us.  I had my sleeve pushed up, and the young man asked me what happened.  I almost said, "Oh, it's just where my husband got a little rough with the handcuffs."  I said the word, "Oh" and my common sense kicked in and said, "know your audience," and instead I said, "oh it's from a medical IV, no big deal."  

It was odd to me. It was like an out-of-body experience. Look, if I were amongst friends, I'd have said many things, Oh nothing, my husband beats me, or he got a little rough with the handcuffs.  It's what pops into my mind first, being flippant, being sarcastic. What the hell is wrong with me?  So I thought before it came out of my mouth, thank God, and no one was hurt at the repair garage. 

This below gave me a good laugh. It was a video meme. A friend in VA sent it to me, knowing I am from Erie, PA.  Only we kept our shovel. But my hillbilly husband used the leaf blower anyway. 

I saved this for last. I don't get it. I find it rude as hell. One of the comments was  -good! I'm not opening my door to strangers. 

Is a young Girl Scout something to be afraid of? Have we gotten so paranoid that we can't even open the door to buy cookies?  Why is everyone like this?

In our old neighborhood up north, we had kids selling candy for a football team, cookies for scouts, and other items for school programs. Most had their parents with them standing on the sidewalk as the young person came to our door. Why was that something to be afraid of? 

Down here, they talk about not going to your door without your gun. WTF? So every time the doorbell rings, Rick yells out, Ethel, GIT the gun. 
And of course I laugh. But it is so damn sad. 

Another Snow Day

Today was another snow day.  I'm ready for spring, how about you?

Snow days in the south are far different. This would not be a snow day up north. But as snow goes, this was a lot for us, and back-to-back with the ice storm has made it a fun couple of weeks of bone-chilling cold.

Last week was a haze. I'm retired. I'm not accustomed to being in one place or another at a specific time and having to dress nicely.  Boy, have I taken to this retirement life. It's more like Lazy Life for me. I like it most of the time, not all of the time.

My last meal was on Wednesday at 1pm.  I didn't eat again until Friday at 3pm. Your husband making pizza during this time should be justifiable homicide when you're starving and can't eat.

There was no prep for the endoscopy except no smoking for 2 days. 

That is a non-issue, so that was easy.

But the old prep for the colonoscopy was as normal and horrific. 

I've had 3 or 4 of them now, and I can say without a doubt this was the worst prep ever.

The stuff I had to drink tasted like 16oz of water with 1 cup of salt and a chemical strawberry taste and smell. It was truly horrific.  I had 2 of those fun 16-ozers. Geez. I also don't do what they tell you, like start the first 16 oz at 6pm.  I don't think so. Then they wanted me to take the last 16oz in the morning. When?? I have to be there at 10am. It's a 45-minute drive. Nope, not doing that. No port-a-potty on the road!!

I took one at 3 p.m. and one at 7 p.m.  This way, I could get a couple of hours of sleep. When I got home, I had scrambled eggs and a piece of toast, and I said to Rick I'd really like to sleep.  So I did. I woke up hungry again. I had some soup, and that was it. I got full easily. Thank goodness. 

They found nothing wrong with the colon, so I made the proclamation that I am no longer going to have another one of these dreadful things. I am weeks shy of 70. I'm done. If they should invent a better way, I'll try that, but this is the pits!

As for my endoscopy, I have GERD. Lovely name, isn't it?

At least now I know why I'm nauseated all the time and have heartburn, etc.

He told me what foods not to eat. So add all those to my gluten-free list, and what is left?  Oh, air! I can have air and coffee. 

Friday is my biopsy, and I was talking to my sister. She told me it hurt like hell. Oh goodie.  I was sharing with her what the nurse called and told me to wear to this biopsy event. Layers. I was also told to wear a bra. I said okay.  I think I may have giggled a bit. She said, "Oh, if you wear one all the time, that seems weird, but we pack ice in the bra for you to wear home, so it's necessary."  I said, "Okay, no problem."

But I must say I was thinking that if this were a man's biopsy on his breast, because we know they get breast cancer too, how would she send him home?  Ice packs wrapped in Ace bandages, perhaps?  I just found that an odd request, but as always, I will do as I am told, and besides, I don't leave the house without a bra on...unfortunately.

And lastly, in this medical update of horrors.

I awoke on Friday to my "Betty" eye blood red. There was a clump of burgundy under the eye and a full 1/2 circle of deep red all around my eye. It hurt like hell. So needless to say I called my dr.'s office. Closed due to the weather as was everything. 

I left an email message in my portal to my doctor asking if I should be concerned.  Not hearing from anyone, I assumed it was the weather; I couldn't go anywhere, and a normal Urgent care could not assist me in this matter. So I waited.

We were watching a movie, and I got a call from a doctor in the Duke ER. It was almost 8pm. She was given my email and said I should come in now. I explained we had had a bottle of wine, and I don't think I can drive up there right now. She was not happy with me. She asked where it was I lived. When I told her, she went, Oh. She said, Then get here in the AM.

In the AM, it was so much better, so I didn't drive up to Duke.

I got a call today from the doctor's office. My doctor is out until Wednesday.

They asked if I could come in at 8:15 on Monday. They didn't care that it looked okay; they said he told them it was imperative. They spoke to my doctor, who is on paternity leave. So I'm going up there. I had an appointment already on the books for the 24th. He was adamant that I not wait. Okay, that's not scary.

I am in medical hell right now and I want off this ride.

This was our snowfall from my front window.  It looks so pretty, doesn't it?

My hillbilly husband shoveled a path from our back door to the garage. He then took the leaf blower and blew the snow off the steps. Honestly, what was wrong with the shovel? Boys and their toys.

I didn't show this to Rick because he'd ask me to go lie down on the steps.