It sounded like this practice just didn't leave you feeling too good, and that counts a lot too.
This is definitely true, especially since the vet who screwed up the prescription never bothered to apologize. I like the other full time vet and the part time woman I spoke to yesterday though, so I am not quite redy to bail on them enitirely.
In a little less than two weeks.
NO WAY. You just left for last summer a few weeks ago.
And I have far too many things to get done between now and then.
And I have far too many things to get done between now and then.
Also, miles to go before you sleep.
And, um, miles to go before you sleep....
shrift, I hope your eye is already all better, but in case it's not, here's what I did inadvertently that cleared my infected tear duct up immediately: I watched a really sad movie. Seriously. It wasn't on purpose. I just happened to. But I cried at the movie and when I got over my tears at the end, my eye felt fine. I figure the tears washed any blockage and infection away. So, I prescribe running right out and renting
Beaches.
Nobody deserves
Beaches.
So, is 9:30 going to have to be my bedtime now? That sucks, but I feel great this morning, and woke up five minutes before the alarm, which is perfect.
Jesse, maybe your body just needs to get used to the new schedules and the like, and after a while, you'll be able to go to bed later again, and still wake up all rested and on time?
Jars, lots of ma for you.
Me, I'd prescribe listening to "Shannon" a couple of times. The song about a dead dog (by Henry Gross) never fails to make me sob, no matter that I know how manipulative it is.
I'd prescribe listening to "Shannon" a couple of times. The song about a dead dog (by Henry Gross)
OMG, I remember that song. Strangest pop song ever.
OMG, I remember that song. Strangest pop song ever.
Stranger than Timothy? I think not.