I got up at 4:30 a.m., as usual. I got dressed in the dark, and something didn't feel quite right. The shirt felt like it was inside out.
But no, it buttoned ok, so that wasn't it.
So I went into the hallway and waited for the transport guys. They loaded me up and into the ambulance we went.
Zipping along in the early morning, by the interior lights, it hit me-- I had on a puffy shirt.
There were ruffles and busy scrolls everywhere!
Apparently the Crotchety Old Lady is playing some perverse joke on me.
The nurses here are terrible. I've been waiting 40 minutes for pain medication. And this morning the nurse came in at 4 a.m. to ask me if I wanted to be awakened at my usual time of 4:30 a.m.
Can't make this crazy stuff up.
And thank you my favorite goat, Pricilla, who sent a nice get well card and a small gift. I appreciate it.