So, I told you it was coming, and sure enough, it did. No, I am not referring to Hurricane Irene. (Which, oddly enough, I did not predict.) I refer to my husband getting kicked out of rehab. Cardio rehab. They like to call it Graduation Day. We like to call it: all insurance will cover. …
So, when last I left you, I was flying down the interstate at upwards of 80 mph, praying out loud, while my dear husband, the Big Bison, was riding in the ambulance that was making a path for us. We were en route to the hospital, to get the BB’s ticker checked out. If you …
I guess I’m finally ready to tell this story. I wanted to wait to see how it was going to turn out before I told it, but really, do we ever REALLY know how “it” is going to “turn out”? When a story says, “and they lived happily ever after”, c’mon. Did they, really? Well…maybe …