I forgot to put a dot of fire on my scone (I got one for Murble as well) and I couldn’t even do a dot of fire with the bag because I gave it to Fafner to shred immediately after taking that picture. It was a good savory scone. Because I’m double fisting life (pills) and I really know how to have a good time (🤞 maybe someday!) I got an additional pill case. A few hours ago I was going to complain that I didn’t have a right sticker to adorn it but then I found a plague doctor.
I am getting nervous about surgery (Friday). I’m beginning to think I should have said no to being crammed into someone else’s canceled late afternoon surgery. That is a very long time for me to go without food. I’m just concerned about blood sugar issues. All my other medical procedures have been early. But I talk to a doctor, I’ve never met before in my life, tomorrow morning and I’ll let them make the call I guess. I just really need the surgery. If we had known what was wrong nearly a year ago I maybe could have avoided so many injuries and medical supply costs and multiple infections. Hopefully the surgery will give me a bit of walking time before my bones start stabbing me again.
