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Shea got her glasses! It’s been a year since she broke her last pair and it has taken that long to get insurance to get her new ones. She likes them, they are WAY cuter than the last pair she had. *bowing head* Please dear Lord, don’t let her break this pair

I ain’t got nuthin’ today kids. I wish I could come up with something good for you, but I don’t. I was driving home from dropping off the girls at school and I was thinking, “I have nothing to write about today. Oh, I can write about that guy on the motorcycle. I can write about that woman gardening. I can write about how big that tree has gotten in the past year.”

I think it’s the medicine I am taking. It could be that I am taking them as pain killers instead of for the original use, which is for my anxiety. Hey, it’s hard to bitch about pain when you’re dead asleep on the couch drooling on yourself.

I feel like I partied with Aerosmith last night. I woke this morning with a headache and the strange taste of ‘rubber’ in my mouth. (Usually that means I had string cheese earlier in the day, but there is no string cheese in the house)

Someone suggested that I go to the doctor. I am thinking this bright ass person must be from Canada where health care doesn’t require you to have to lob off your left breast for payment. I swear the doctors here charge you to call and tell them you’re in pain.

“My back is out. It hurts so bad that I can’t walk and it’s shooting pain all the way to the back of my knee caps and-”
“Stop there. You’re about 30 words in…I’m going to need your credit card number so I can bill you for the first 30 words and then it will be a small charge for every word after.”

I swear not to ever take health coverage for granted ever again if I somehow by the grace of God get it back.
I just feel sorry for the doctor that has to deal with me on my first visit.

“Okay, I got these things on my chest, like two tiny scabs…didn’t scratch myself, don’t know where they came from. OH, and my hair is falling out. My sister said I look like I have a yarmulke on my head. Did I mention the headaches!? Of course my back is out. The anxiety attacks are killing me, but no worries I have been taking illegal drugs for that problem. I smoke. That’s probably not good. You need to do a pap too, I haven’t had one of those in about 5 years.”

So yeah…I feel like a race car that is being left out in the rain. I have so much potential, but I am going to rust before my time.

Shaun just called.

“Hi honey, whatcha doin?”
“Blogging.”
“Okay, well just wanted to take a moment out of my busy day as the blood drip to call you.”
(They are having a blood drive at his work and they volunteered him to dress up in the big ‘blood drip’ costume to help motivate people to give blood)
*pause*
“hee hee…Shaun, are you wearing the costume right now?”

and it’s moments like this that make me realize that my life could be worse. I could be the guy dressed up as a blood drip waving at cars.