Counting Down

My mom has always told me not to wish my life away. Nonetheless, I’m counting off days right now:

Four more days until I’m done giving Skye her Zithromax.

Eight more days until I finally get my hair cut. I’ve had to cancel twice and I feel like a ragamuffin.

Thirteen more days until Mom’s next appointment with Dr. Ray. If all looks good (and we feel that it will) he’ll free her from her brace and up her weight-bearing to “as tolerated.” And then, hopefully, she’ll be able to come home.

But coming back to the present, come on over to Working Stiffs today, as it’s my day to post there.

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