I went to Old Broads Night at the casino last night with some friends and parked in the five story garage. When we were all leaving, got on the elevator with them yaking away and got off. They all went to their cars and I gimped over to where I thought mine was. It wasn't there. I walked around this monster megaplex for almost a half an hour...now I am crying because I am in so much pain and I am sure my car has been stolen. I was about to press the security button when a nice old man who had been sleeping in his car(probably waiting for the wifey to hurry up already and blow his paycheck) said...'Are you lost?" Uh...duh..yes. Then he said 'Are you on the right floor?" I told him yes then looked over at the HUGE green sign with a big 3 on it. I was parked on 4. Now I have to hip hop back into the casino, get in the elevator and go up another level.
Thank goodness for that man. I can just picture myself riding around in a security truck looking for a non existant vehicle.
That little bout of the Fog kept me up all night. I was on fire from head to toe. Thank goodness the guy pitching a gall bladder cleanse was on the television. And the Oreck vacuum cleaner that can pick up four bowling balls.
fibro, menieres disease, RLS, anxiety disorder, disc compression, scoliosis, spinal stenosis TMJ Meds: Lexapro and valium