Not a good day at all. But I now have the 6 prescriptions I got from the DR (along with the obligatory lecture and threats of the hospital) yesterday afternoon, and suppose that I will feel better soon enough.
Gotta make plans for the new life. I at least need to start packing, tho I don't know how well that will work today. But I will give it a try. I guess the first step is to look at what all is in the attic and under the house and decide how large of a storage locker to get. Must call Rusty and see if we are going to use my washer and dryer in the house, or should I put them in storage.
The Columbia news puts my piddly-assed little problems, fears, and whining into perspective, hmmm? Suck it up girl.
"Life is hard. First you take the test, then you learn the lesson."