Anyone Get the License Number of that Truck?

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Wow. I’ll tell you one thing: I admire the heck out of you folks who can get up every day at 6:30 AM (or earlier) and function. I realized that it’s not work that wore me out, it was getting up so stinking early! I feel like I’ve been smacked by a truck! Things went well. My poor sis-in-law is in chronic pain, and all the surgeries (two back, two knees, two ankles) haven’t helped a whole lot. She said she’s all metal now. Ozzy approves. Anyway, she has panic attacks and has claustrophobia, so they had to put her under anesthesia to do the MRI. That’s why I had to take her: she was in no condition to drive. She was repeatedly telling the nurses and doctors how scared she was. I tried to reassure her, telling her that when I had my colonoscopy the doctor asked me what music I like. I said, “Old country.” He put on “Chug-a-Lug” by Roger Miller, and the anesthesia knocked me out before the “grape wine in a mason jar” line (the first line of the first verse). She continued to be scared. AFTER the procedure, of course, she was fine. “I got through it!” she said gleefully when I went into the recovery room. I helped her get dressed, then went to get the car. As you probably know, she couldn’t have anything to eat or drink after midnight (don’t remember that in that big hit by Eric Clapton: “After midnight we can’t eat or drink a thing” ), so she was really craving some coffee. I stopped by McDonald’s and got her a caramel latte. She had it finished by the time I got her home. It was great to take her home, because I got to see my fur-nieces. Angel scared me, though, because she was sleeping while the other three dogs were running around, excitedly yapping. My sis-in-law explained that Angel is old (15), almost completely blind, and very hard of hearing. But she sure knows what love is, because she was all over me for kisses and rubs!!! By this time it was nearly 3 PM. They had told my brother the MRI would take about 45 minutes. Well, when you’re not knocked out with anesthesia it probably does just take 45 minutes. After not hearing anything after three hours I got scared, but they assured me she was fine. I went back right after that. We got back to their house about 7 1/2 hours after we left. I grabbed some food, as I hadn’t eaten all day, then went home. The wheelchair is still in the car, I was that wiped out. I still feel loopy, like I’ve “missed a day” or something. Hopefully everything will be back to (Abby)normal tomorrow. Here’s some Black Sabbath, since my sis-in-law is so “metal”: