I really didn’t want to go there, but I’ve been having trouble for so long. My daughter talked me into going. I want to visit my girlfriend in Arizona. I don’t want an aisle seat near the lavatory. I want to be able to sit by a window and knit. So I went. She asked a bunch of questions, most of which I said, “yes”, to. I have to go back in a month for a “procedure” that I don’t want to even think about right now. She gave me some of “those” pills to take to see if they help. I have no intention of taking them forever. I want the TVT surgery. Besides, the pills can cause constipation which I don’t need. I have hypothyroidism which makes you constipated anyway. To make a long story short, I’m depressed.
One thing I can say for the urologist, they were prompt. I only finished two rows on my sock while waiting. It was very humid today, but I still sat outside and knit for a couple of hours. I needed quiet time to think.
It was too sunny for Zip.
Cora kept me company.
I am going to look so good this winter.
Possessed Demon cat?