So, we're clearly in denial over here. Not talking about it, not doing anything. F has an appointment on Tuesday to start figuring out what's going on. And there weren't exactly zero. There was one fragment. That means he must make some. Maybe. I've got my fingers crossed for a correctable blockage. And lots of narcotics for him.
Anyways, back to the denial I was talking about. Did you know if you go into the grocery store and buy:
Green fruit roll ups
three whack em chocolate oranges
poppyseeds (originally typed as poopyseeds, har har)
The checkers don't even look at you weird.
I should have thrown some condoms in there for good measure. Oh, I slay me.
Sarah's birthday is tomorrow. She has requested lemon bars for at school and our neighbor's famous mac n cheese for dinner. Turns out our chef neighbor makes mac n cheese with velveeta. Here I was expecting a baked blue cheese gourmet treat and it's fakey fakey. I'm making candy sushi with the marshmallows, swedish fish and fruit rollups. And a lemon poppyseed cake for her party on Saturday. And, since I stopped the pill my period is here for the foreseeable future.
But hey, this marks 7 years since I went into heart failure, and I'm still here kicking and screaming.