The previous poll has taught me that either I am not as much of a slob as I thought I was, or that all of my friends are just as bad as I am. Either way, it's fantastic.
I don't get it. Last Thursday, I got one side of my back fried (my happy little term for severing and burning the nerves). They bruised both hands horribly trying to do an IV, but I didn't have much pain in my back, just a little soreness which faded over the next 1-2 days.
This morning, I went in to get the rest of my back done. I was ok for a few hours after getting home. I'm taking my pain pills same as last time. However, I am so friggin' sore through my tailbone that I can't stand it.
Enough bitching. It's not even 9:30 pm and I'm going back to bed.
I get my washer and dryer sometime between 8 and 12 tomorrow morning.
At 5 tomorrow, we get our first 'guest dog' - a miniature Schnauzer named Frazier. He's old, and going blind and deaf, but supposed to be incredibly sweet and great with kids and other dogs. I can't wait to meet him. We'll be his host family through Sunday afternoon.
I'll have to take pictures of all of our guest dogs and make a series of posts about the experience.