Some of you may remember that I FINALLY asked my doctor for some Happy Pills around November - unexpected death of best friend of 40 years, husband of almost 40 years developing Alzheimer's, only sister with Parkinson's disease progressing rather fast, and sister-in-law with breast cancer metasticized to her bones...YIKES! But, the Happy Pills were doing just fine.
Until recently. My Christmas diagnosis of diabetes. And today's diagnosis (brought on by near-constant chest discomfort) of heart disease requiring heart cath with possible stents (sp?) and/or other remedial procedures. Happy Pills just aren't cutting it today. So, ya know what I'm doing - I'm having my THIRD glass of wine AND I just may eat the ENTIRE frozen pizza (no delivery pizza where I live). The dang mutt is poking my leg. I tell her, "Be gone, Beast. I will share this pizza with no one but the Grim Reaper..."
I just may have a 4th glass of wine, but I don't think there's any left. Maybe I'll suck the spigot! Ouch - burned my mouth with a piece of pepperoni! Wish I had a Carolyn's Cooler...
No comments necessary. I just wanted to bitch.
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