Weeks have passed and I'm still sitting on the sidelines. Everywhere I look, people are running. If I can't get moving soon, I might punch someone. I'm not trying to be Ms. Negativity or anything, but DANG IT.
Dr. Frank ordered another image, a nuclear scan. It better show something that they can fix, or Dr. Frank is the biggest poopyhead EVER.
Something has got to happen soon. My food choices gravitate to pasta and jelly beans, I can't wake up in the morning and I'm beginning to be a bit hard to live with. So, for the sake of my sanity and the sanity of those I love....PLEASE DR. FRANK, SOMETHING MUST BE DONE!