Riley and I went to Boo's church. The girls had a blast. So much so that they were both out cold by the time we got back to Boo's house. I decided to just go with flow because Mike was home putting sprinklers in the back yard. While they slept I sat in D's living room. In my old friend the green chair. I sat there many an afternoon right after the spinal fusion surgery unable to do anything else. Once I recovered enough to move around I refused to sit in that chair.
I sat there "pain breathing" concentrating on D's words as she fluttered about picking up for her Pampered Chef party. The pain wasn't so bad I couldn't eat probably thanks to the Advil I took. Although also thanks to the Advil I had a stomach ache. I had a sandwich and sat and sat and sat, just like old times.
The girls got up and party guests and their toddlers started trickling in. I picked a chair by the cooking demo and sat some more. We were the last to leave of course. I went out to my car, buckled in my little Roo and it did not start. A fuel light and a dead battery, double whammy. Well, plus my little girl who decided to scream at the top of her lungs the whole time! STRESS.
Now, the pharmacy claims via voice mail that it's holding my prescription because of an "insurance issue."
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