Every Wednesday it's the same. The trash men cometh and Maggie starts barking early in the morning. I was laying in the bed around 6 AM this morning when Maggie started her muted cough routine. *cough* *cough* Maggie would go as her ears pricked up. She could hear them miles before I could.
Yesterday's MRI was akin to laying in a well air conditioned coffin. "Oh shit!" I muttered to myself. "I am going to have a panic attack." I closed my eyes and tried to dwell on good things. Like the double quarter pounder with cheese that was waiting on me when I got home.
A funny part of the MRI was when the Nurse asked if I wanted to listen to 70's music or country music.
"70's please and thank you," I told her.
"Good choice," she said with a smile. "Sorry we don't have more to choose from."
This morning I talked to George's mom on the phone. Her tomato plants had finally given her two mature ripe tomatoes. She wanted to know if I wanted to come over for tomato sandwiches at lunch - a luxury here in the South. I told her I would be over at twelve. I can't wait!!!!