I’m getting a picc line today. My fourth in18(?) months. I know the drill now. Which arm I “like” best. We empty the vegetable drawer in the fridge to make room for the antibiotic balls. The drip feels cold going in. You’re supposed to set them out to warm up first but I prefer them cold. Maybe I’m strange, it’s possible.
Anyway, I’m in Home Hospital, so that I don’t have to be admitted to Covid Town. I’ll get a nurse.
Was I a dick in a previous life? A lawyer or a debt collector? Did I kick puppies? Pinch kittens? I must have sucked. What’s the lesson I’m supposed to be learning but apparently keep missing???? Patience? How to let go and let be or some hippy shit?
I bought some socks that read ; I’m the ringmaster of this shit show.
Ah...... Maybe I’m seeing a trend....
Let go and let be, it is then....
Namaste, Bitches...
Tracy
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