Like it or Not....
I'm beginning to journal one thought at a time. That thought is what came to mind as I got dressed this morning.
So there I tried to stand with my feet planted on the floor (they were both trying to get me the heck out the door)and my arms outstretched with my head turned and chin up. Less than ten minutes and four x-rays later it was all over. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The whole time I tried to imagine myself eating a bowl of hot mashed potatoes with a dollop of melted butter on top. It got me through it.
Stay tuned for my next journal thought. I Promise it won't be about one of my body parts.