Dear Reader;
Since Sunday, I have been diagnosed with a minor injury. The technical names that were discovered were Foot Spur, Gout, Plantar Fasciitis, and "dude, you're faking it". First off, why would I ever fake an injury? I've never faked an injury. Let's go on. After much persuasion, She and I went to Kaiser Santa Theresa around the seven o'clock hour. Did I mention she was going to go home at seven. Luckily she was willing to be the bestfriend that she is and give me a lift to the hospital. We crutched into Urgent Care about 745pm and left around 10pm.
Some of the random incidents at the hospital:
1. Some guy was being a nuisance, so a mother of two called security.
2. She pushed and let go of my wheelchair toward a wall.
3. Got to the pharmacy late.
4. She drove.
*For now, later gators.
** For you, you support me in ways I never knew. Thanks.