"Oh, I am going to be sick!" I exclaimed as I motioned for Tim to pull the company van off the road and onto the shoulder.
"You're not pregnant, are you?" Tim jokingly quipped while I was barfing my guts out in the grass.
I climbed back in the van feeling so much better.
"You got a stomach bug?" Tim warily asked.
"It's my nerves," I replied.
We finally pulled into my Doctor's parking lot. I was due for an injection in the ole derrière. My sanity potion as I call it. The nurse had a hard time putting it together and almost screwed it up.
"Dear God, please don't let her screw this up," I prayed with my heart pounding furiously in my chest. I was nervously rocking back and forth in my chair.
Finally, I got my injection and left the building. Tim was sitting in the van listening to Country music. Tim drove me on home and I am waiting for the drowsiness my injection causes an hour after I take it. It is so good to be home.
7 comments:
Hope you're feeling better.
Great Job! Ya made it through just one more ordeal!
I had blood drawn today for the doctor to check for whatever. The poor guy doing it tried over and over - SIXTH time he finally got it right! I think he was using a pickax. Poor, poor me! I'm on Zoloft - and doubled up today I was such a wreck!
Hope you're feeling better, I know that I am.
On a much happier note - I just love the picture at the top of your page! That's the most beautiful scene.
Congrats to you on your continued success!
Grannie in Florida
sucks man. i hope you have a better day tomorrow.
same here--- hoping it's better for ya.
take-er-ez brotha
Bless your heart. I hope you feel better after the magic elixer :-)
Maybe it wasn't your nerves. Could have been a mean ol' virus.
FUBAR?
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