I’m feeling a little better today. For the last two days, I was a literal basket case. I couldn’t function. I literally laid in bed, too tired to move. I tried logging onto Max Jax, but I could barely put two words together. Today, though, I can sit upright and type. I go see the nutritionist in Joliet today, for a pre-op visit. I keep getting stuff from the surgeon’s office saying they don’t have any of my stuff, although I know my doctor has sent it all in. I’m going to have to do it myself. I’ll call the clinic this morning to see that they’ve sent it. And have a copy sent to me, so I can double send it. I really need this to go through. So much is riding on it.
I’d like to go see This Is It again today, too. It gets harder with every time though. I cry through all of Thriller, because I know that was one of his last ones. I still really miss him. Really, really miss him. You never know how important someone really is until they are gone. God, I miss you Mike.
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