11 Winks, Tops
All of Wednesday was consumed with a computer crisis. Solved, finally, I hope.
Now it’s nap time, soon to be followed by the ever-popular wake-up-shave-shower-get-dressed-stagger-to-car-drive-to-
hospital-get-catheter-shoved-up-groin-time.
With luck, everything will go normally (yeah, right) and I’ll be released immediately after the procedure. Just in time for my therapy group.
[NOTE: This concludes the “It’s All About Wallowing in Me” arc of blog posts you’ve endured for the past few days.]
November 1st, 2007 at 1:18 AM
A Haiku Poem:
Philosophers say
“If”‘s the cruelest word of all.
Wrong; it’s “catheter.”
November 1st, 2007 at 6:59 PM
If you are going through Hell… keep going. _ Churchill
November 1st, 2007 at 9:05 PM
please remember to mention me at your therapy group. I would be disappointed if you didn’t. I have been praying for you. I bet you did not expect to hear from me here! I like the quote by Churchill.
– Lisa from Fresno
November 2nd, 2007 at 12:50 PM
@Lisa: I do too even if I think that Steve doesn’t really believe that it helps.