I am about to turn the big 59. 1 year closer to 60, ugh.
I can barely walk although with it taped it feels a little better. At least my appointment with the PCP isn’t until the day after my birthday. Much better than the day of.
I have been practicing my request for him to write me scripts for my psychiatric drugs.
I had my weekly brunch with my BFF and just ate the 2nd omelet I brought home for dinner.
I slept all afternoon. Sleep better without the BiPap machine.