This time I am actually going to the doctor, not something I EVER willingly do. They are like shyster mechanics....they will always find something ELSE wrong. I didn't ask you to take my blood pressure, I didn't ask you to weigh me, I didn't ask you to poke and prod my stomach, I didn't ask you to do anything except exactly what I have come here for. Right! So to solve that problem, I just don't go.
But this time the pain is horrible. No more horrible than all the other times, but you know, April, when I mentioned it to her, had a valid point. If a few antibiotics will get rid of it, then why not. And if he suggests I get xrays, ultra sounds, or anything but blood and wiz, then I am outta there!!!
Tonight I am to go to the Dandy Warhols with April and Jess. I LOVE DW!!!! I hope I won't have to stand for six hours! In fact I won't be able to. We are going really early so we can get one of the few tables that will be there.
THIS IS GRANDDOG: SHE HAS MORE ATTITUDE THAN A REBELLIOUS TEENAGER. SHE WAS TOLD NOT TO GET OFF THE COUCH, SO THIS IS HOW SHE STAYED AND STAYED AND STAYED AND STAYED, STARING. THEN........ |
SHE FINALLY SUCCUMBED, BUT ONLY SO FAR! |
THIS IS KATIE...ANDREW'S SISTER........AND THAT IS MOLLY IN A DOG PURSE. IN OUR DEFENSE, THE PURSE WAS GIVEN TO APRIL!!!! |
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