Tomorrow is the day I find out how surgery will be done and when. Roy is takin’ the day off to come with me. He remembers questions I forget to ask. I’m ready to get this thing done… move on.
Lately, Roy’s been my doctor. I have cut my finger makin’ a margarita for him… the ice wouldn’t go into the glass and when I forced it in… it broke! He bandaged my finger. A few days later, he picked a splinter out of my foot… probably glass from the margarita.
While he wasn’t here, I choked on nachos. I was thought was gonna die! I fell outta my chair while readin’ a book… over backwards! He just smiles and shakes his head, “what am I gonna do with you?”
Love Me Forever!! That’s what you do, Roy!
I have hurt my ankle somehow and have been wearin’ a brace on it. Best part about it, NO TREADMILL!!! Probably hurt it from carryin’ all my shit upstairs! I am so ready for new carpet!
Oh and I tripped over a rip in the carpet!