Going

I’m going to do it; I’m going to go see a doctor tomorrow for what I believe to be either a bladder, or a kidney infection.

I have put it off for over a week, thinking, incorrectly, that when I get up tomorrow, it will be gone; or at least better.

But, noooooo. That hasn’t happened, so I’m done with it.

I’m tired of being in pain, only worsening in the evening. Not to mention the fact that I’ve been out of my happy pills for almost a week, so all I do is cry.

So, Ivan, Liz, and I will be off to the doctors office at 4pm tomorrow. He’s over at the Plaza Taxqueña, where we can all walk to, and need no appointment. I hope he takes old, retired women, and is not an obstetrician. That would be comical, to say the least.

I doubt it will be anything of import, but I’ll let you know the results.

Until then, stay happy, healthy, and safe. Wash, cover, and protect yourselves.