It's my birthday.
We are heading out of town to celebrate my birthday. We stopped for a late lunch, and now I find myself with a full belly, sitting alone.
I got a table alone. Ordered lunch alone, ate lunch alone, and now wait alone.
Meanwhile, Doc H's lunch is now stone cold.
Where could the man possibly be, you ask?
In the car, on the phone with another doctor. I won't bother you with the infuriating details, but I will say this... Some doctors are just better than others. Period.
I have a sinking feeling this whole weekend will be hijacked by blood and guts phone calls.
I'm still sitting... And waiting.
We probably should've stayed home.
Happy birthday to me. Yay.