it finally happened. I can't think of a motherfucking thing for a title.

 

MRI

 So because I'm severely claustrophobic I have to have versed to have an mri. It is impossible to do it without ...so the one fucking dude that does versed quits and moves to Lubbock and because of the pandemic and loss of medical personal we have no one to administer versed. Motherfucker. I could go to Lakeway in Austin but wtf? Then I find out we had a new MRI machine that is much larger and with the help of a strong pill(????) I just might be able to do it. So my DIL takes me up there and I'm supposed to take the pill 30 minutes before I go in. My fear is it will quit working while I'm in machine. Time for the pill. I look at the bottle and it's a fucking Xanax. What the ever-loving fuck. I'm a reformed drug addict. Even Xanax was to light weight for me to mess with .  I waited an hour and nothing. We tried...ear plugs 50's music and a towel over my eyes. No fucking way. So that was a waste of our time. Only thing good that came out of it was when Candy and I went to HEB I didn't want to kill anyone. Even that bitch with the 9 kids running up and down the aisles.  

So I see Cujo Thursday and believe me. Someone's ass is going to be chewed on. Xanax..fuckme  I'm pretty sure my tumors if they are growing they are growing at a very slow speed. As long as I still hate the Philadelphia Eagles and say fuckoff..I know I'm good.