After all this, my original intent was to state that I finally have an appointment for a pulmonary function test. Now I will finally be tested and determine if I have asthma, emphysema, or COPD. Emphysema is not supposed to be genetic, but I think someone said my mother had it, and her dad had it.
The deal with my sisters was that I was wondering if I could trust them to help. Kind of like my dad with his statement that I would get to the pickup point on time and then disappeared until it was too late to go to the pickup point. If any would be willing to drive 40 miles to pick me up, and then drive another 50 miles to my appointment, and wait a couple of hours. I'm afraid I would wait till the last minute and then be informed they can't make the trip.
About the baby food, I was a bit tempted until I finally got my dentures replaced. Maybe that was what happened when I was a baby. My mother put dresses on me because I was a girl, and stopped putting dresses on me because the baby food turned me into a boy.
Michelle