It's time for pesky outpatient procedures one best not put off for long. Out-patient services and I finally connect, phone tag an inevitable part of scheduling.
A splendid Russian is set to fetch, and then deliver me safely home. Outpatient services knows to call my man, when time to dismiss.
If y'all see my kids, you know nothing. Ever.
He's our secret.
Mi amor.
Snort.
There is no sexy Russian.
Unless I want there to be.
It's my story.
I did eventually let outpatient services know my time to arrive isn't flexible, unless she wants me to hire a gorgeous Uber driver to pretend he's my beau. He can sign me out after my procedures, and smile beautifully while doing so. She and I had the best laugh.
I would rather walk through glass than ask anyone to help me.
A dear friend will fetch and deliver me home.
I'm grateful for friends.
Life is short.
Live.
You never know.
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