not even the plague can keep me from you
even though the Target clinic confirmed my suspicions about a government induced plague, being that i had to show my driver’s lisence to get the medicine they said i should be on, i was still planning on getting my tattoo. however, hubbin and JCSG convinced me that i should call the shop and tell them of my dire condition. and they put the kibosh on it.
if you”re sick, getting a tattoo will prolong your illness and slow down the healing process of the tattoo, you should wait until you are feeling better, they said. and it’s comforting to know that the folks down at the shop are secret care-givers. needless to say, i don’t have a tattoo…YET.
i have nothing bad to say about the Target clinic, and while i did follow their recommendations, i can say that, although i am not feeling better, i am more fucntional. the left side of my nose is still locked down something fierce, but my ears aren’t popping so much.
and hubbin and i did take up some friends’ invitation for dinner last night. we joined anncisfrancis and her hubba - hot pants. i’m calling him hot pants, because we had a party once and he showed up in black leather pants - and i almost died he was so fucking gorgeous. so we all met for dinner and we all had each other laughing so hard i got light-headed from lack of oxygen. note to self - don’t go out with two people who make you pee when half of your nose is plugged with gunk. seriously, i had to lean on hubbin’s shoulder because i thought i was going to faint.
it was good to laugh like that. anncisfrancis and hot pants mean a lot to hubbin and i, and they have no idea how their warm, generous company helped me feel more normal and more human. i am blessed to have such wonderful people in my life.