amen... he's really a good guy, and I'm lucky.

he even said I drove good, when I'm pretty sure he was almost as scared at ME !!

but I feel sorry for him right now, because he's seeing me fall apart at the moment.

I've been really cranky the past three days.

the mega-stress of having to drive our old cantankerous farm truck didn't help.

I'm having tons of hot flashes this week, it's a veritable hot-flash-INSURGENCY.

I also got a visit from Frank's evil friend CHUCKIE !

my head feels like it's caught in Uncle Fester's play-toy:



I lost bowel-control this morning, and it took me half-an-hour to clean up the mess I made, and rinse out my clothes. (first problem in that area in a decade)

doing my animal-feeding chores this am was exquisitely painful on my throbbing ankle.

and (Frank, close your eyes!) something's wrong with my hoo-hah...

it HURTS, but not at a "go-to-the-ER" level.

I started on Gynelotrimin last night, thinking perhaps yeastie-beasties.

but I'm feeling no improvement yet.

wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, WAH !!