I hate getting older. Hate it. For one reason and one reason only. My body continues to betray me. Tomorrow I need to do two things. I need to call the urologist and reschedule my upcoming appointment. I'd forgotten all about it until I found my appointment card and realized the appointment is supposed to be the day before the wedding. Normally not a big deal, but I'll have company at the house and I don't think taking them to the urologist is a good way to entertain. The second thing I need to do is set up an appointment with an orthopedist. Ken saw one he really likes, so I need to get this guy's name and hope he can see me before my fucking foot falls off.
Otherwise, I've had no issues with aging.
I'm totally going to your wiener doctor with you. AND, as a sign it was meant to be, my catchpa phrase is 'balsy'...yeah, we're going.
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