As Daddy used to say, I'm not worth the bullet it'd take to shoot me.
I've been home almost flat on my back for going on two weeks. Tomorrow I have the distinct pleasure of getting steroid injections in my neck. Aren't you jealous?
The good thing about being immobile is that I've conjured up scores of quilt designs in my head. Or maybe that was the pain medicine.
I'm typing this with one hand. So I have to make it short.
Please think good thoughts for me tomorrow as you're having your morning coffee or tea.