"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.