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There is something deeply disturbing about that photo. Also, tasty!

I don't have any great holiday stories, but I do have a greyhound, whose naked chest strongly resembles a turkey breast.

Nope, no discharge. But, as nurse was leaving she asked is she could pray for me. Because, I’ve said I’m willing to try everything I did say yes. I was expecting Lutheran Potluck type of prayer. Folks, I think I just had an exorcism. Will let you know tomorrow if it worked.

First Born would murder me to inherit that dinner.

It’s why I was so committed to living without. And, my brother works in IT and he completely sucks.

I’m experiencing the exact same thing with my opioids. JFC to have my level of pain relief in the hands of some random guy who has a 4 yr degree in geology and doesn’t know my name is great. Really, just ideal.

Every Thanksgiving as we came to the table, Dad would say "Everybody pick your seats... oh, I guess that's more of an after dinner occupation."

Every year.

We live in Rube Goldberg’s world now.

Holy Smokes. How does it feel? Sorry, that’s kinda personal.

harsh

But, I am much luckier than a lot of other people. Got my kids and a person who is going to manage all my care thru this hiccup. I know she’s perfect because while driving me to a potentially devastating appointment she told me about her labor and delivery. I eat those stories up.

I could go on, but most of us will have run into situations like this when, and especially if, we are prescribed opioids. Been back on them for ~7 weeks and it just keeps reminding why I worked so hard and gave up so much to live without them for 8 years.