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Trying to function and looking at my arm thinking "what did I do!" Did some female tell me, no means no or what? It looked like I'd been clawed from my armpit to my elbow. It was the auto bp inflammation cuff. Whew!

Another day of car shopping, but she may have picked 1 out. Heading over for a test drive and get a price. I think she wanting it due to yhe color of the exterior and interior.

I'll keep you posted
 
belladonna said:
You all may have noticed that I haven’t been on here as often as I used to be. I’ve been going through a lot of stuff lately. Working out a lot of things in my life.
Anyway, we’re leaving for another road trip out west today. The husband has another Air Force reunion in Vegas next week and we are stopping in Cali to visit some of his people.
So instead of laying here talking to you guys, I better get my butt moving. I’ll keep you posted 😎
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Be safe on your journey! Clear skies and a following wind!
 
had a nice longer than usual nap....i feel much more relieved now after the past few days, which i never mentioned here...

woke up, my eyes are still reacting to the chemical the gal put in, so the doctor can see way back inside them...cataracts are still not an issue, and thanks to him, my BP meds will be altered starting next week.

i was also having another medical issue, with yet another doctor, that put me on a med for my foot, which caused me MUCH grief, and he took me off it just 2 days ago now, and put me on something else.

funny, not in a humorous way, how when we are young, we may have only 1 doc, the pediatrician...then years later, a primary...

then maybe a dentist.........then maybe years later many, many more doctors and specialists.....

who knows, maybe even some of us get to know on a first name basis, many nurses, techs, and lunch cart people in the hospitals we may have to go to thru our lifetime....

i miss being a kid...happy, carefree, healthy...where the only medicine we needed was band aid, a kiss from our mom, and a brownie, and an icy cold glass of milk...

that shiot cured everything we ever had.
 
My Beagle, Maggie Marie, 8 weeks & 4 years old.
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