I think I do a pretty good job of this but without anyone commenting on my post it's hard to tell. I know how many do read my blog and I want to thank each and everyone of you for taking the time to read what I write.
Still working on a couple of things here.
Emma's song is coming along nicely and hopefully will be ready fairly soon. The necklace is waiting for the treasure hunt but I still have to sell a lot of books before it is up for grabs.
Because I have been ill there hasn't a lot going on.
Oh my wonderful hubby was a total douche yesterday and I had no problem telling him so. Hell I had no problem telling everyone that. Obviously.
Can you imagine going to first a minor med clinic and then on to the ER, which is where I told Buddy I needed to go in the first place but no we had to go to the minor med first. True the doctor at the minor med is a friend and he trusted her more than an ER doctor and I can't fault him for that but still I knew there was going to be even more waiting going to the first then the second.
Now for the fun part. Every time I got asked what was wrong at these two establishments my response was my husband is being a douche. Now at the clinic that wasn't so bad as like I said before the Doctor there knows us both and is a dear friend. She found it funny but the people at the ER were not as amused. Wonder why.
By now if you are a woman and have been to the ER in recent years you know they now ask you if someone has or is hurting you. I got this question asked right after I told the triage nurse at the hospital Buddy was a douche. Of course not. Buddy's a teddy beat, true sometimes a teddy bear with a bad temper but rarely have I ever seen that directed at me. Yesterday he was just a douche and that's a long way from being mean or someone who would any way try to hurt me. For the record Buddy is only a douche with me when I'm sick and won't do what I should do or I'm being particularly irritating. I do tend to be a bit of a pain at times and lately I've been on a roll in that department. God that man really is nearly a saint. I refuse to give him the title of total sainthood because there would be no living with him. That would only go to his head and make him a real pain in the ass. I prefer he stay just as he is thank you very much.
Anyway I did both the minor med and the ER and had a lousy evening. Thanks Buddy. Anyway no one can seem to figure our what is wrong but I have some kind of infection that is making my white count high and my temp to spike daily.
I'm waiting for cultures to come back to tell me if I'm still alive or if I'm dead and just haven't laid down for the event. Whoopee. I think they will find that I'm an alien from outer space and just need to use a phone. "Hey you guys I think it's time to pick me up down here." I want to go back to where I am queen and people know how to respect me.
Time to take this sick butt back to bed and try to get over this mess.
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