I have a husband who, freed from a day of teaching little ones , is doing some brainstorming. He loves to tinker. He loves old machines. His Massey-Harris isn’t running like it should so he is spending his free time doing something he loves to do. I tease him about seeing the smoke coming out of his ears as the wheels in his brain are grinding away.
It is a pleasure having a husband who embraces his life so well.
Bah Humbug…Dr. visit today cancelled. I really needed some imput, too.
I have been moved from the pulmonologist to the immunologist. My “fancy” blood tests look wonky.
I guess my immune system is working overtime and not distinguishing good from bad. Here we go again!