Well I struggle from my bed to find that the gender political structure of the USA is being inexorably changed by the travelling Wilb-Lauries.
"Hi cutie, I've locked my keys in the car can you help me please

" Even I haven't resorted to that excuse; well I hadn't but I thought I'd give it a try, and then I remembered that I hadn't put my speech valve in and had to smile take the 'lost' keys out of my purse and retreat from the parking lot. But we won't talk about that; he wasn't that cute anyway.
As Liz said I have been dealing with some pain issues and had to see my surgeon who took some delight in explaining that since my neck tissue had been heavily irradiated that repairing my surgical wounds took effort in establishing good skin to skin grafts.
When I asked if that was why my shoulders where now next to my ears and my boobs where my tonsils should be he nodded his head wisely (and with considerably more nod than I have) and replied, "Yep we stitched your head on really tight." I expressed gratitude that I could not laugh it off as he gave me a script for pain killers and an appointment for some physiotherapy.
My first physio appointment went well and I have been taught how to 'Kiss the Giraffe, look for Lions and watch for snakes.' That the Physio was cute and had decided that I have the IQ of a 6 year old took me by surprise until I realised that I may have babbled about six foot rabbits. hares, balding chihuahuas, budgies and butterflies while being massaged.
Oh well back to work.