Dave’s not here.

Oh, it’s Friday again! Yay!

I didn’t get to spend the day painting. Mom had another appointment with the doctor. Thankfully, the office was running smoothly and she didn’t have another hour-long wait. Unfortunately, it was a pretty fruitless visit. Last week’s nerve block did absolutely nothing for her. They try her on a new pain med every 2 weeks or so because nothing has worked so far, and she doesn’t even want drugs. She wants them to fix the problem that’s causing the pain.

In terms of everything involved with that pain clinic, the only good thing about going there is getting the referral to a neurologist.

Mom came in from the backyard yesterday, waving a plastic sandwich baggy at me. “This is from Dave”, she said.

“He said put it in your pipe and smoke it.”

Let it be known that is the least airtight baggy. The living completely reeked when I brought the nug into my room an hour later. You could still smell it when we came back from the doctor’s. “Why does it smell like skunk?” asked Mom.

“Dave gave me weed, remember?”

“My weed never smelled like that,” she replied. “My weed smelled good.”

I can’t. 🤣