My doctor prescribed me a new pain med, which I haven't filled yet because I don't want to deal with the COBRA snafu at the pharmacists. Will fill it on Monday, but I sure could use it now. Damn wingstubs. I also told him that I've been having emotional downs, and he referred me to a behavioral health person--I assume a psychiatrist. So I made an appointment. They can't get me in until June. Sheesh. I'd hate to be severely depressed and require an appointment. A month would be enough time for a really sick person to spiral into a really nasty funk.
New words: Editing
fosteronfilm first readered my folktale. Nothing like a good prodding to get some results. Did a couple editing passes, then quit. Wingstubs. Ow.
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