Poetry Friday Word for Tomorrow, plus count backwards from 100.
The handsome and talented Karmic Jay has graciously offered up the Poetry Friday Word for tomorrow. Go to this post to find it. Go. Now! Tomorrow, feel free to shake this word over the steaming bowlful of your blog post, however it polishes your silver…story, poem, photo, audio post of you in an Awkward Social Situation, note from your doctor, etc.
I’m working a very short day today because my wonderful husband, Sergei, is having surgery this afternoon and I will be his faithful servant. Don’t worry, y’all, it’s not life-threatening, but it is necessary. Out-patient, good drugs, days off work, yeah, all good. Next week the tables turn, as I have surgery on My Stupid Leaky Eye and Sergei will be looking after my sorry whining ass. (The only time I’m a huge baby is when I’m sick, and by that I mean, when I’m puking my guts out. This has happened 4 times in the last two years, and looking back now, I believe all those times weren’t stomach flu as I originally thought, but food poisoning. I blame packaged salad greens. I sincerely do.)
Yesterday I mentioned that I’ve been to a doctor eleven times in the last two months. Lucia asked if I was serious. So I looked it up. Now, I’m lumping all manner of doctors together, including dentists (sadistic little bastards) and any place I had to go that my insurance paid for under ‘health benefits’. I’ve seen:
5) Optometrist (or whatever you call a ‘regular’ eye doctor)
Thank the jeebus for insurance!
Send good juju our way, if you believe in juju, that is…!