I'm meeting with a doctor to schedule my hysterectomy. I'm nervous, but okay. The doctor is very kind and patient and I'm grateful. All of a sudden she looks up from the computer and asks, "Do you work for cardiology?"
She had to decide right then what she was taking and what she was leaving. All her memories out there in the yard.
He was stressed because of some new things going on that I wasn't aware of. For some reason I told him about Curly having seizures. I have no idea why that popped up but, it did.
Last October, my buddy Mary Beth, a nurse I'd worked with at Vandy, the pups, and I took a trip to Pensacola, Florida. It was a spur of the moment trip – she called on a Tuesday and said, “I’ve got a long weekend coming up, want to go to the beach?” “Uh, YES.” I [...]