Waiting For The Lil' Blue Bus

Hello,

I am sitting hear in total silence, as if I think I could hear, here where I sit, waiting for my Lil' Blue Short Bus swing by and pick me up for my trip Down Town, to the Rehabilitation Center at Tampa General Hospital. I sit here, as if with baited breathe, unable to explain why I am having such a difficult time breathing.

It is probably my nerves and the nausea.

Nerves, because I am a bit more anxious today than yesterday, and now that I am a few hours shy of injections, I begin to feel a wee bit like that. The nervous nerves have been with me since I awoke at 0655 this morning, up with the hounds in these parts.

The nausea also up with me since awakening. Meniere's related rubbish and the sorts. My quad cane will come in handy this morning.

As you may have read, I will be having another round of Botox Shots this after noon. A Round of a dozen plus injections to the face, skull, and neck.

Figure, I better get up front and wait by the storm door like a good feller. I so look forward to getting out to my appointments...

...I so hate it when the bus runs behind. Like today.

Oh well, what can you do when you live in a shoe? Boo?

You all have a splendid day!