Well. Good morning.
I'm showered and have eaten my twigs and seeds and the chickens are fed as well as the cats and dogs.
My anxiety level, on a scale of one to ten is merely around a five so I'd say that was pretty darn good. Pre-ty,pre-ty good, as Larry David would say.
I've put on my big girl panties and am going to go. See the doctor. Or nurse practitioner. I hope. I like them better.
Feet in stirrups. Breasts bared and kneaded.
Then to lunch with Lily and Owen and Pop-Pop. Maybe. If Pop-Pop gets back from the woods in time. Then I'm taking care of Owen for a few hours at his house.
Okay. It's a plan.
I have my knitting and I have a book.
I shall survive.
Wish I had the courage to ask whoever does my pelvic if I could take a picture of her in action to share. That would be a nice shot.
Here I go.