And call me the Scarecrow... because dang if I feel like I should be dancing along the yellow brick road lamenting on how much better life would be if I only had a brain.
Ran a call last night of the variety of what the heck else can we do... nothing. I hate calls like that. I'm all for hand holding and comfort (which I did of course) but I just didn't feel like I did anything of importance medically. I really don't want to get back into the rut of feeling like nothing I do makes any difference. It was hard enough to get out of the first time, I don't know if I could do it a second time.
Sorry for the Eeyore-esque post, but dang if i don't need something good to happen to remind me that life is good and people aren't dead set on making everything more difficult for me.
Come on world, throw me a bone here!
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