Do Not Pass Go!

I am becoming far too familiar with the emergency room... On Sunday, I had the worst headache of my life (which is apparently a medical term). I took medicine, I was in a dark, quiet room, I was in agony. It got so bad, I threw up multiple times. I get headaches, but this was much more. I called my mom crying, and asked her to take me to the doctor if it didn't get better in a few hours. Luckily, she came right over. At the urgent care facility, they told us to go straight to the ER, do not pass go, do not collect $200. I even had to sign the scariest waiver ever that said I was refusing an ambulance and risking PERMANENT DISABILITY OR DEATH.

We risked it.

To keep a looooong story short, we spent all day at the hospital. The CATscan was clean, the bloodwork showed elevated inflammation (i.e. headache) and once they gave me morphine, I was happy. And according to my mom, very lyrical. She said "That homeless guy just won't stop [arguing]." I said, "Stop. Collaborate and listen." She said, "Some doctors wear blue scrubs, some wear green." I said, "Green Acres is the place for me!" Hey, at least she was entertained.

Basically, everything I had planned to do on Sunday wasn't done. Including relaxing... But I also had a mile-long list of other things to do: send out etsy orders, visit a friend's new home, clean my room, take down the tree, go to the gym. Instead, I sang to my mom.

So... I'm a bit backed up. Yesterday, I had a neurologist appointment, went to work for a bit and packed and sent all pending orders. I also printed out a bunch of me newest cards, including my new Snarky Greetings series. Hopefully (!) I can get these posted tonight. Tell me what you think!

And don't forget about the giveaway! Tomorrow is the last day to enter!