Yesterday, my son Shamus, drove me to a doctors appointment. Though it wasn’t related to my arm, we figured it might be smart to go…… Eye exam. sheesh. Steven’s not going to take the chance I walk into a wall next, LOL. Laughter, the only medicine I never tire of. Because I am so stubborn about taking the pain meds, oh and they all understand why, I can easily start my own “pitty party”. Shamus won’t even let me get the invitations out! He is always lovingly at me about being a cry baby, makes me laugh the episode away. Party Poop!
Only a week to go for the x-ray that will determine where this accidental adventure will be heading. Swelling, no change; attitude, needs adjustment; social outlook, piss poor! I have tickets to see “Wicked” with my daughter Colleen on Sunday. After waiting more than 4 months for this date to arrive, I’ll be devastated to have to give up my seat! Damn! why does Colleen have to pull the “grown-up card” now? Even though I know she is right, I don’t have to like it, ya know! With pain meds I would be snoring and piss off those around me, without I would be a fidgety, can’t find a pain free position bitch that angers those around me too. No win situation!
Okay let’s hear it, everyone say “Oh poor Cyn!” Great, that staved off today’s party invites! Be talking to ya soon…….. Cyn