So the doc says I have about 36 hours left to go before the antibiotics drag me like a dead fish out of the dregs of this crud, this is after weeks of it before I surrendered to medical care. I don't look good. I have sought out the comfy lounge wear that one should really toss. Back and forth conversations to the doc's office to determine if I now have pink eye or it's another avenue for the crud to escape, the latter proved to be the case. I still look pasty, and my hair, well we won't even go there. Noticing the sun was out and it's been a while since I had checked the chickens I make a bold decision to go out side! I am thinking it might still be gushy outside so I put on my work boots, which you can imagine look great with the ratty lounge wear! Not wanting to get chilled I threw on a big down jacket that is not following the color scheme and slipped out my back door. The neighbors driving by slowed enough to wave and let me know I had been seen, I think I saw them mouth HOLY SH*@%#T did you see that? I plodded my way down the hill where god bless their souls I was still greeted like a rock star! I feel beautiful!Either my chickens are blind or they really do possess unconditional love!
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