Well, my anxiety dreams last night weren't entirely fiction. I got a phone call this morning saying that Dr. G had to go into emergency surgery and that he wouldn't be in the office until 1pm today. They were able to schedule me for a 1:45 appointment. So it's still on, but delayed. I feel like--as my good friend Marnie put it to me--"a nun at a bachelorette party screaming 'Take it off! 'Take it off.'"
My nephew found the chopstick in the middle of the night. There's a good chance he may develop a stutter now.
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Me, in happier times
Four months in a halo after breaking my neck
Nice neck. Is it yours?
Me, in happier times
1 comment:
Ok! Enough already! Is it off??? Either your out celebrating or in shock. You got to get outta that thing, dressing the cat was funny. But kinda sad. :)
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