and now I type… This was available online Coffee Break until I was about one week into traveling for #SurvivalDay20.
It’s nearing midnight and I’m typing one handed, predictive-type-assist, so I won’t edit much here and now, but THIS explains the beauty of my interaction with Starbucks and the importance of Survival Days.
The photos of the splints. I’m hopeful the ligament will repair itself, but not optimistic, as I waited nearly 5 weeks to have my hand looked at after the injury. I’m typing with one hand and guided by predictive type.
No telling how much surgery would cost. We’ll find out, I suppose. At least my cough is gone. It was my blood pressure medication. I lost 50 pounds and my blood pressure improved to the point I could be taken off the med, for now. It runs in the family, though. I have a new “allergy” on my drug list and if I need it again, my doctor says we’ll try something else.
Oh, and I had my first seizure since Amsterdam yesterday. Lucky me. Just a simple partial. Not a big deal.
Moving on to coffee and our current Netflix binge watch show: Chuck. Til later, folks.
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