OT: It's only a paper moon.....
I have recently been self-medicating my wounds for five consecutive days now, and must STOP, 'fess up, pick myself up, dust myself off, and walk intelligently and proudly forward! Am in the third day recuperating from emergency oral surgery, by way of eating something (home-madefrom-scratch s/f 'eggnog' ice cream) prior to taking a Vicodin every four hours, then a nap, and on and on and on. This pain and the Grand-Canyon-like hole from the the now-yanked way back missing-cracked molar in the top and back jaw is nothing compared to the humongous void in my heart today. "Not all of my dreams came true, but I will never be sorry for having had them!" My now ex-'da man is very sick, (please read more in my blog....)
Angelic Amy, I just can't thank you enough to organizing the Hopkins coffee for last weekend; it was just the ice-breaker I needed! I sure wanted to go to PNC last evening, although had been out of commission with the oral surgery, which has greatly improved today: can actually chew on the opposite side, so won't be missing those s/f 'eggnog'ice creams I'd melted and tossed,. Now it's back to steak, veggies, and fresh fruit: yeeeeaaaaay!
Have a fantastibulous day, and can't wait to see you soon! Hugs galore, Patti
"It's what we learn after we know it all that counts."