I am so depressed, and no pink drink to be had. Not even an ice cold beer.
I got stopped half a mile from home for doing 47 in a 35 zone, and for having expired registration. $150 for speeding, $375 for registration. WAAAAAAH! BUT! He gave me a warning, since my driving record is clean and I was honest and had my insurance documents, and that is good, but...
The doctor told me there was nothing more she could do if the epidurals weren’t all that successful and it seems to be cranial nerves (heheheh — da BREMs are at fault!) that are affected and surgery is next. She has given me a referral for orthopedics, and they will be notifying me soon.
She has also give me a prescription for a cane...
So the morning so far has been pretty ugly. And I still want that beer. Too much to deal with.
Sorry about your bad morning.
I wouldn’t have to worry about cranial nerves because my cranium is mostly empty. (I use it for storage.)
I wish I lived nearby.
I would take you out for lunch and you could have a bottle of real wine. On me.
And a kitty bag for Sparkle.
Tom, Tom, you have to drive the speed limit!