In rushing, rising riv’lets. And puddles. And lakes. And pools. Flooding everywhere. Closing the roadways.
Which, of course is not good when you need the babysitter {aka Grammy} to get to your house. And since she couldn’t, the kiddo went to the doctors with me. And after an hour wait, I was told that the test couldn’t be done because he’s there with me. Sigh. So I decided enough was enough and asked for my records. I’m finding a new doctor. This one hasn’t done a darn thing for me since the very beginning. I’m in pain, but being ignored.
So now we’re home, I’m feeling not so terribly bad {knock on wood}, and waiting for a return call from a new doctor. Sigh. (Can one sigh too much?)
On a positive note, we did mail out our taxes to the accountant {aka father-in-law} so those should be done before the 15th. ;) AND – I’ve officially lost 60 pounds. Of course, I’ve really lost 100… lost 65, gained 40, lost 35. :S
