Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Prayer, Food, FB, AH, Review

When do I pray?
Every day
And all the time,
And often in rhyme
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Fio had Shredded Wheat for breakfast yesterday, a Moonpie (okay, two of them) for lunch on the run, and an apple for supper. She'd like to tell you she was dieting in her own weird way, but it was actually a matter of too much to do, too little time.
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The highlight of Fiorella's day was an extended Messenger chat with two women she went to high school with. They weren't in any of her classes back then, but they're on the same page with Fio right now--at least when it comes to politics. DUMP TRUMP!
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Fio had unsettling dreams last night, probably stemming from yesterday's ordeal regarding her coumadin dosage (sh has a metal aortic valve) which previously was religiously monitored by a series of nurses. Well, ol' Fio messed up her regimen and sped over to Austin Heart in a panic to get herself set straight, but because AH had replaced all its coumadin nurses with those mouse-like self-evaluators, she was sent to the local lab to have her blood drawn, which resulted in a spurt of ruby-red blood and a long bruise across the inside bend of her elbow. But this is the kicker--wait, wait--the results won't be back for a week! A WEEK! What is Fio supposed to do? Suspend all medication till then? Self-evaluate and gulp it down as seems reasonable? (Expect a follow-up on this story--if Fio isn't in a hospital on life support.)
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Hope yesterday's short story read okay. Fiorella was writing and revising during a thunderous rainstorm that kept cutting off the lights. She'll check on it again today.



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