I may have been told more than once that I talk too much. So to spare my family and friends much turmoil, this blog was created. Tales of Wonder. Tales of Woe. Often of heartache and love. Stories about my special needs son and my spunky daughter. Moments of Joy and Hope and stories about what I would do differently if given the chance. Stories that only I can tell. Here you find a little of everything. And you will want to return for more.
Friday, August 4, 2017
"Rotary Cuff" - 8/3/17
I got home from the 212 medical center at 6 am this morning. I have a very painful rotator cuff. I didn't fall and I didn't injure myself, I feel safe in my home, no one is beating me. The woman at the check in desk, the nurse, the doctor... All asked the same million questions. I finally gave up when the registration nurse came in. I told her I fell from a very tall cheerleading pyramid. (Jason, the nurse is smirking) Let's just say she and I can not be friends. Not only did she not think I was funny, she felt the need to point out that it is usually the little sprites at the top of pyramids. #humorlostonthisone #reallyiamfunny #askmyfriends #dontquestionmycheerleadingknowledge #atleastjasonsmirked #thedoctorwasimpressed
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