Well, guys, it's worse than I thought it could ever be. It's so bad, I had to pre-empt my previously scheduled post for today. Yeah, I know. Reeal baaad. Yesterday, I went for my appointment with a new gastroenterologist to try and figure out what has been plaguing me all these years and making me lose all sorts of weight, and be a Type 7 most of the time. First things first. This doctor = awesome. I was worried he might be kind of weird, since who really decides to work on people's asses and intestinal inner workings? No one in their right mind, that's who. But this doctor, he was okay. Really thorough, really smart, but I honestly think he's on Quaaludes or whatever those things are that make you hyper (are Quaaludes uppers or downers?). The guy reminded me of Speedy Gonzales, or the Roadrunner. Wiiiiiing!!! Swoooosh! One moment, he's here, the next, he's gone. I need whatever he has. And yesterday please and thanks. I realize this guy is of African-Ame...
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And you call that a mess? I call that ready for company, as long as it isn't my mother-in-law.
Tell Dee it's all fun and games until someone cartwheels into the television.
oh, and mess? what mess?
Seriously, many thoughts of thanks for that year of clear for the sweet, calm young boy. Take a well-deserved breath, Mom.
Steady On
Reggie Girl
I'm so happy for ALL of you! That is wonderful news. So now you can relax for another year. I think since this much time has passed, you can probably relax for GOOD!
YAY!!!
♥,Lilly