Remember how I said after Friday morning's hurricane that I thought things were over? Well, without going into too much detail, I had to do something at the doctor's office this morning that no woman should ever have to go through without anesthesia or at least a heavy cast-iron frying pan upside the head.
My redneck cussing side came through with at least 3 difference occurrences of "doggone" and one "dadgum." I hope Dr. M wasn't offended.
At least NOW I know the hurricane has passed. The ultrasound confirmed it.
On an extremely positive note, I was running dangerously low on Reese's peanut butter cups, but I got home from the doctor's visit from hell to see a huge box on my porch. Inside the box? At least 30 peanut butter cups. That'll last me till at least Thursday. Crisis averted.
3 months ago
7 comments:
Thank God for Reese's! sorry you had to go through what you went through
I've had to assist in a dadgum-inducing procedure before.
Still sending hugs, sweetie...
hugs hun.
Grrrr.Know what ya mean chick! Frying pan indeed! :) Glad there were some Reeses there for ya..Still praying for you & Drew. I hope the visit with your Dad is going well!
prayers to you, honey.
let me know when you're low on cups. i'll be MORE than happy to bring you more.
love YOU! mean IT!
No one should have to do that without some pain relief...sorry honey! Enjoy those reece's cups!
feel free to use my saints typo cuss word too... (and write it in the margins of that little book that rob gave you for x-mas last year for future reference...) are you going to angie's gathering?
hugs
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