I can't go to mom's because she needs her sleep. Dad works all the time. And George has been obsessively drunk these days (and still managing to keep his job).
I was doing so well on my Coureg CR 50 mg. I took a turn for the worse this weekend. I've barely been out of the house. Physical therapy is turning out to be than I can handle. 3 times a week and I struggle to get there.
"I am going with you next week," mom told me to make sure I go. "You need to go for your leg to heal and for the nerve to get better."
I guess I've kind of had the funks lately. Not wanting to do anything that interests me. A week went by without me turning on this computer.
Maggie's laying on the bed. She's as happy as a clam. Helen cooked center cut pork chops yesterday and they were delicious. It really helps having someone else whose human in the house.
Oh, I got a postcard from Cheryl at Myrtle Beach. Thank You! I so needed that the other day. To feel connected to my blog friends again.