** Thank you to everyone who (having heard via Twitter) has inquired regarding my well being. Proving, once again, I have a target painted on my car …. An elderly man rear-ended my car, quite forcefully, yesterday as I sat in it at a red light. (Probably because his dog was running back and forth across the front seats as he was driving.)
The Torturer packed me in ice immediately after the accident. I was on my way to PT from a camera store when it happened. The Torturer loves when I walk into PT crying. It reminds him of all our good times together. After he froze me to death, The Torturer sent me to my surgeon to be checked and x-rayed, and checked some more – because … um, I'm not normal. My body is so screwed up already, there is no such thing as a minor car accident.
Also? My head hurt so much … I felt like it was esploding.
I think I will be okay, but needless to say this has thrown my arm/shoulder/neck pain levels off the charts. Merry Christmas to me. My doctor decided drugging me into oblivion for the next few days would be the best course of action. Yes, this whole situation sucks. Especially at Christmas time. Really, really sucks!
The short post below was already written and scheduled to go out today. **
Yesterday I told you about fattigman cookies. I explained what they are and how to make them.
Well, everyone in my house loved them.
And I do mean … everyone.
The guilty look on his face … the powdered sugar on his nose ….
He may think he's got me fooled, but I'm on to him.
© Twenty Four At Heart