No, not politics, today, but lets continue our conversation soon.
Some, who’ve followed this blog awhile, wonder what’s become of my knee. It’s hanging in there, like other parts, which will remain nameless.
Made a medical appointment to talk about my knee and next steps.After the visit to the doctor’s office, we determined not to cut my knee, just my portions, since every extra pound adds about five pounds of pressure on the knee.
Get a load of that!
So I, excited about not having to undergo surgery, drove the short distance from the doctor’s office to Nordstrom for a celebratory lunch. I know there are ways to celebrate without food, but it was near 1:00 and I’d eaten half my breakfast in case I had to weigh in with more than my opinion.
After reading the menu, I ordered half a sandwich and a kale salad, while pretending not to know the half sandwich would be garnished with a few french fries. When the order came, I glanced to my right and noticed, to my horror, Matt, the nurse I’d just seen a half hour earlier. He grinned, as I draped my left arm across the french fries, while sliding the kale salad in his direction with my right hand.
Temporarily assuaging my guilt with,”it’s just half,” I remembered reading somewhere, “The heart is deceitful and desperately wicked, who can know it?”
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