(For the record, I was NOT a great student there, but I earned every single C and C+ my tiny little brain was able to accomplish. College was a complete disaster for Yours Truly, but I tried really really hard and despite being entirely too stupid and socially inept to be there...I'm glad I gritted it out and got that diploma that looks almost like my dad's.)
(Except his was signed by Fr Hesburgh, was for Mechanical and Electrical Engineering, and had all kinds of fantastic grades and wonderful collegial memories built into it.)
(Sigh.)
And because I wasn't completely done with traumatizing myself, there was the LSAT testing that I was certain would kill me.
(Again...disaster.)
But I digress.
Next week will be an adventure through my torso parts...liver, spleen, pancreas, and gall bladder. And just to make sure not one single square inch of me is not inspected thoroughly, there will also be 'oscopies all over the damn place.
We're narrowing in, Dearies. By the time this is all over, I will have an EOB (explanation of benefits) as thick as a phone book and a small army of satisfied specialists standing in the photo booth with a little sign that reads "I cured the Spinster Stitcher of all that ailed her".
Back to stitching and diamond painting. What's new with you?
God bless you, Coni. Keep your sense of humor, it'll help carry you through the week ahead. That and prayer, lots and lots of prayer. I'm joining mine to yours- hope all goes well. -psv
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