Sunday: No walking, my wretched old knee didn't like something I did to it and protested mightily. I'd complain too if someone made me bend in an odd direction . . . but why while trying to get up off the porcelain goddess . . . . I know, never mind, we won't go there! You can say thank you, now.
Lunch!!! I ran away!! Lee and I had lunch at Carrabba's and harassed the waiter unmercifully. She did at least, I, on the other hand, was a perfect angel!!! About the time she goaded him into popping the poor odd numbered shrimp into his mouth, I almost choked myself in a fit of giggles. And yes, there was some wine involved and yes, I took a baggy of the 9TS's favorite spaghetti home with us, along with some minestrone and a mini dessert.
Rough night. The poor 9TS was up until 4:30. He wandered. He moaned. He groaned. He itched. His teeth hurt. Nothing seemed to work. Miserable, miserable, miserable.
Monday: Placed a call to Moffitt first thing. Still waiting for a call back. His primary nurse is off on Mondays. Gah!!!!
A very carefully trodden 2.77 miles this morning.
NOTE TO GOGGLE: Carrabba's and Moffitt are too spelled correctly. Go fish! Grumble, grumble, grumble.
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