First a massage to get the awful knot out of my shoulder-dog pulling on leash and yanking shoulder so I now have numbness and tingling in my arm (left arm-heart attack, right?) Then the dentist to give me a temporary where my broken crown is/was. Finally, my impossibly young doc felt my breasts and added an ultrasound to my mammogram next week. And she moved my appointment up a week. Probably nothing but I was terribly flippant with her. A regular comedian I was. Comes from being nervous. I'm the scarecrow in Wizard of Oz-a piece of me over here and another piece of me over there, that's just me all over the place.
I do believe in spooks, I do believe in spooks, I do, I do, I do.
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That's how I deal with anxiety in doctor's offices too. My worst nightmare is a doctor with no sense of humor. Seems to happen a lot.
Right? And what a smart mouth I've got, fecking hilarious.
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