Good morning, people!
First of all - Lori, what kind of Jersey Girl ARE you??? We don't pump out own gas!! Ever. Now the juice sloshing thing is another story...
And, Jan, I'm wounded (literally) that you don't want my own personally spat out sutures...
Okay, over it now!
I had a littel pity party for myself last night - not sure why, but I started to feel sorry for myself. Fortunately, Willie was there to hold my hand, let me whine, and tell me he still loves me, crooked smile and all. I guess it's normal to get some occasional "downer" times. Feeling much better today. HHC nurse was here this morning to draw blood and change the PICC dressing - pathetic when that's the highlight of my day...
I am embarking on a new client project, which is good for me mentally and financially. I do behavioral assessments (along with coaching) and am doing a fairly big project for a company out in California (all via phone and internet, so no travel). So, that will keep me busy for a couple of weeks, which is good (less time to feel sorry for myself...)
More later...
Debbi (keeping FedEx going with my blood shipments...)