So I'm currently sitting less than a mile away from my apt. Cartoons are blaring obnoxiously loud over the TV sets as I wait for my name to be called.
Little did I know I couldve walked to my appointment this afternoon at the Kistler Clinic. Feeling awful and wouldn't be that fun to listen to tonight. Welcome D-Dubs with open arms tonight, he'll be filling in as I rest.
A nurse just called my name, hopefully this sore throat and fatigue is nearing a death.
