I just got back from the VA where the doctor doctored my prescriptions -- a little. Eliminating a couple of things. In the OUCH department, I'm not doing too well. After I fell last week, Cliff took me to emergency to get me checked out. The X-rays didn't show anything broken, but the doctor there said that cracks often don't show up in x-ray. So it's likely that I have a couple of cracked ribs. I am NOT happy with this, as you might imagine. I'll try to keep you up to date.
Fun -
I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.
How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?
I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!
Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time.
I'm so sorry to hear that you are in pain - We miss you - feel better soon!
ReplyDeleteHmmmm, I guess removing the cracked ribs isn't an option. I read somewhere that Cher had some removed for a sleeker physique.
ReplyDeleteThe answer to the question how many times can you say "what?" is two. Happens all the time. I usually follow up with "I've lived here over ten years and still can't understand the accent."