I actually got to drive my car for the first time in a week or so yesterday. I first went to the hospital to get my infusion. The sad thing about going to the ER on a weekend is that everyone is either part time, or covering someone else shift. When you walk in, they don't know what your doing, or what you want. I tried to explain that I was there for an infusion of antibiotics, but she didn't know what the hell I was talking about. I started walking down the hall towards the infusion area and she had a hissy fit. She said you have to check in here first, I said my name is Tom etc. and kept walking. She finally got out of her seat and had to go through another office to get into the hall. By that time I was at the other reception area giving my name to that receptionist. When the first lady showed up, the lady that I was speaking to looked at her and said, "Can I help you?". The first receptionist just looked at both of us and said, "Well, I guess I not needed here".
I was then checked in and escorted to an infusion room. No more than ten minutes later they were infusion me. It only took about 30 minutes once they got started. That's a lot faster than the 2 hours I was told it would probably take each day.
Today I had the same nurse that I had the first day of my treatments. I haven't gone into that experience yet but it was also quite a cluster f+++. It seems I was released from the hospital because all they were really doing for me medically was giving me infusions of medicine. Now we already know how exciting it would be to have our Government, no matter who would be in charge, run our health care program. Get this, if I stayed in the hospital and let them feed me and have nurses assist me and every f+++++ doctor that even thought he might be able to charge me walked into my room to say, "HOW YOU FEELING". Medicare would be happy to pay the bill. Now if I didn't want to stay in the hospital, but just wanted the infusion for thirty minutes a day, they were not going to pay.
When I heard that from the BOSS of the ER department, I went nuts. I told the nurse to get her BOSS in here, and now. She then tried to explain why she didn't think this would be covered by medicare. After twenty minutes of arguing with me she left in a huff. The nurse came back in and said her boss was very upset and crying. I said I really felt bad that I made her cry, but that she didn't understand how absurd the circumstances were as to why they would not pay. I said, is your bosses, BOSS here?, she just so happened to be in the building. When she walked in to my room she was very nice and explained to me that they had found a provision in the Medicare information that indeed did cover this situation.
So when I came in today the nurse that had seen all this was the nurse on call. She then hooked me up and had my medication ready as I sat down. We chatted for a minute because she had an intern with here and was showing her what she had just done. She asked if I had any questions and left the room. When the infusion was over she came back in and unhooked me and cleared my port and I was getting ready to leave when she said, Mr McLaughlin, may I ask you what you did for a living? I just laughed and said why? She said I figured you had to be a college professor or so sort of high powered business man. I've never seen in all my years anyone intimidate either of the two ladies that you dealt with on Thursday. How did you know to do that. Most people would have just told them to bill them for the treatments. I said, "young lady, you don't get to be where I am if you don't ask a lot of questions." Besides I would rather die than pay for something I didn't have to.
I then gave her a 25% off coupon to the Essen House and told her if her BOSS wanted to come in I would give her one also. Her boss never showed up, but I told here the offer was still open.
I went to Sam's Today for the Essen House and now I'm home and plan to spend most of the rest of the day following the Olympics.
More Tomorrow
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Fri. 02-12-10
OK, so if you can follow a Chemo Brained individual, I got up on Thursday and my left arm, where they removed my bicep and sarcoma, was about twice the size that it should have been. I also noticed a rash on my right arm and on my lower trunk area. With diabetes I occasionally would get a rash when I was high, so I just figured it was that. As the day advanced I started the shaking and chills once again and my temperature went up to 102. Sharon called the Dr. and he said take two aspirin and call him in the morning. The next day,Friday, I was sick as S+++ and my left arm was now three times its normal size. My temperature was over 101 so we decided to go to the Dr's office. When we got there Dr. Adami was not there so we talked to a Nurse Practitioner about my condition. She examined me and asked a boat load of questions and then finally said, you need to see a Dr. Twenty minutes or so later I see another Dr. that I have never met before, Dr. Epstein. He looks over my chart and her notes and looks at me and says, Your going to the Hospital now. I love that bed side manor, get your ass to the hospital boy, whats the matter with you!!!
By the time I reach the hospital I truly believe that I might be on deaths door step. I've never felt this way and with all the junk about the whit and red cells and let's risk it anyway, bull s+++, I figured we gambled and I lost big time. I then ask to have Fr. Tony meet me at the hospital and give me the Prayer for the sick to find out he's ON his way to Indy and will not be back until tomorrow sometime. So now not only am I going to die, I'm not going to have that Priest thing at my bed side. Me scared?, f+++ no, what do I have to be scare about. So now they come in and start hanging IV's all over and start my port working once again. They asked if I wanted any pain pills or anything, and I accepted right now. Even though they have all this medicine flowing into me and I'm supposed to be tired and sleepy, I'm wide awake. I guess I want to be wide awake if I was going to die. I stayed that way for the next 48 hours. I might fall asleep for a few minutes, but never more than an hour.
On Saturday, Fr. Tony finally showed up to give me the Prayer for the sick. I felt much better in a spiritual way, but no better physically. They finally decided late Saturday to give me Zaynix, or something like that, for your nerves and to calm you down. I finally fell asleep Sat. night at around 9:30 and sleep until 6am.
I watched the Super Bowl some what, I remember the first quarter was good, but I then lost interest and slept of and on the rest of the day. I was awake for the end of the game. I really like the Colts, but if they have to be beaten, I'm glad it was the Saints.
All I really remember about the day was how badly I felt and how terrible the rash was becoming. I had a rash from head to toe. I itched like a mad man but knew I could not scratch it or break the skin at all. I took a bunch of different pills and went to sleep.
First thing Monday I insisted on seeing a specialist on skin problems or diseases. There happened to be a Contagious diseases specialist in the hospital so he came in to see me first thing Monday. I told him I believed that my problem was that I was allergic to the antibiotic they were giving me. After a full examination and discussion, he agreed with me and decided to change the antibiotic. I was still very itchy and inflamed the rest of Monday, but by Tuesday it was starting to subside. They had started to give me an anti itch medicine and I was able to once again get some sleep.
I must say that the nurses at Park View were excellent. Three of them knew Tom and Cate, so I had to be good and they had to be on their best also. Since the only real problem I had the last couple of days was the rash, it was very easy to take care of me and I was just eating and sleeping while killing time watching TV. Sharon was a saint during all this. She would do her Essen House duties and keep the place flowing and then check in with me to see when she should be there to see any of the doctors who needed to talk to both of us. As you all know by now,"THEY PRACTICE MEDICINE AND IF YOU LET THEM THEY WILL PRACTICE ON YOU" I think I'll make a sign that says TPMAIYLTTWPOY.
As of Thursday it looks like Dr. So, the contagious disease specialist is in charge of when I will receive Chemo again.
So this brings you up to today 2-12-10. In ten days Sharon and I will be married 47 years. Just three more years to reach that 50 mark.
Today by the way I got my infusion at 9:30 and out by 10:30. I then sat in the DMV until noon trying to get a handicapped tag. If you don't have one around these hospitals you can get a parking spot for blocks.
I'll do my best from now on to write each day and keep it light and funny. Anything has to be better than last week. I'm still shooting for the quarterly meeting of the Carlsbad Inn Board, so I hope to see all of you that I can at that time, 03-18-10 to 03-21-10
By the time I reach the hospital I truly believe that I might be on deaths door step. I've never felt this way and with all the junk about the whit and red cells and let's risk it anyway, bull s+++, I figured we gambled and I lost big time. I then ask to have Fr. Tony meet me at the hospital and give me the Prayer for the sick to find out he's ON his way to Indy and will not be back until tomorrow sometime. So now not only am I going to die, I'm not going to have that Priest thing at my bed side. Me scared?, f+++ no, what do I have to be scare about. So now they come in and start hanging IV's all over and start my port working once again. They asked if I wanted any pain pills or anything, and I accepted right now. Even though they have all this medicine flowing into me and I'm supposed to be tired and sleepy, I'm wide awake. I guess I want to be wide awake if I was going to die. I stayed that way for the next 48 hours. I might fall asleep for a few minutes, but never more than an hour.
On Saturday, Fr. Tony finally showed up to give me the Prayer for the sick. I felt much better in a spiritual way, but no better physically. They finally decided late Saturday to give me Zaynix, or something like that, for your nerves and to calm you down. I finally fell asleep Sat. night at around 9:30 and sleep until 6am.
I watched the Super Bowl some what, I remember the first quarter was good, but I then lost interest and slept of and on the rest of the day. I was awake for the end of the game. I really like the Colts, but if they have to be beaten, I'm glad it was the Saints.
All I really remember about the day was how badly I felt and how terrible the rash was becoming. I had a rash from head to toe. I itched like a mad man but knew I could not scratch it or break the skin at all. I took a bunch of different pills and went to sleep.
First thing Monday I insisted on seeing a specialist on skin problems or diseases. There happened to be a Contagious diseases specialist in the hospital so he came in to see me first thing Monday. I told him I believed that my problem was that I was allergic to the antibiotic they were giving me. After a full examination and discussion, he agreed with me and decided to change the antibiotic. I was still very itchy and inflamed the rest of Monday, but by Tuesday it was starting to subside. They had started to give me an anti itch medicine and I was able to once again get some sleep.
I must say that the nurses at Park View were excellent. Three of them knew Tom and Cate, so I had to be good and they had to be on their best also. Since the only real problem I had the last couple of days was the rash, it was very easy to take care of me and I was just eating and sleeping while killing time watching TV. Sharon was a saint during all this. She would do her Essen House duties and keep the place flowing and then check in with me to see when she should be there to see any of the doctors who needed to talk to both of us. As you all know by now,"THEY PRACTICE MEDICINE AND IF YOU LET THEM THEY WILL PRACTICE ON YOU" I think I'll make a sign that says TPMAIYLTTWPOY.
As of Thursday it looks like Dr. So, the contagious disease specialist is in charge of when I will receive Chemo again.
So this brings you up to today 2-12-10. In ten days Sharon and I will be married 47 years. Just three more years to reach that 50 mark.
Today by the way I got my infusion at 9:30 and out by 10:30. I then sat in the DMV until noon trying to get a handicapped tag. If you don't have one around these hospitals you can get a parking spot for blocks.
I'll do my best from now on to write each day and keep it light and funny. Anything has to be better than last week. I'm still shooting for the quarterly meeting of the Carlsbad Inn Board, so I hope to see all of you that I can at that time, 03-18-10 to 03-21-10
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Thurs. 02-11-10
So you guys want to hear my side of this F+++++up mess. So Tuesday morning I arrive at Dr. Adami's office expecting to breeze through the Chemo treatment. Not so fast fat man. First they make me take a blood test to see if I can even have Chemo. On my first go around it was no problem passing the test, without even studying. Hell, this time I studied and damn near failed anyway. It reminded me of freshman Latin. I think they passed me just so she would not have to sit through class with me again. I must have gotten a D-- on the blood test, because Adami's partner, because Adami was on the road to Angola, looked somewhat concerned and said we had a decision to make. We could either wait another week and see what my blood count was, or take a risk and have the Chemo anyway. I said I was not about to make that decision, Adami is who needs to make that decision. She left the room and came back 20 minutes later and said Adami said to go for it. Easy for him to say, he's not going to suffer if the risk doesn't work out. Hell he get paid more if I get in trouble, RIGHT!! So once that decision is made I then asked about the medicine that I didn't take last time that helps if your blood counts are not in order. She damn near fell on the floor at that time. She said you had Chemo and didn't take that medicine. I said I tool it the first time and I got sick as S+++. So back to Adami to see how he wanted to handle this situation. After another 20 minutes she comes back and said Adami said to just give it with the infusion and not to worry about the fact you should receive one shot the day before the infusion, one the day of the infusion and then one the day after the infusion. Just give him a large dose the day of the infusion.
So there I was, feeling really confident that I was working with the best and one partner doesn't really feel good about what her partner just recommended. So now what do you do, S+++ or go blind. Since I already have problems reading the fine print, and I do take one on a regular basis, what did I have to loose.
After the infusion, I felt OK for a while until I started with the chills and shakes. I took a bunch of V's the rest of the day and night and got up early Wed. to go get the shot that will start my bones and muscles to ache. The great thing about this shot, they have to put it in your arm and it has a very large needle and it take about a minute to administer it once she starts it flowing. She then informed me that the reason it takes so long is that it is real thick and if you tried to give it fast, you would probably knock the person out with the pain. As she puts it in she keeps asking if your all right. I guess if they see you can follow them and answer the question, your not going to pass out.
After the shot I drove right home and hit the couch for a bit of a nap..It was almost 2pm when I layed down.
More tomorrow. Tom
So there I was, feeling really confident that I was working with the best and one partner doesn't really feel good about what her partner just recommended. So now what do you do, S+++ or go blind. Since I already have problems reading the fine print, and I do take one on a regular basis, what did I have to loose.
After the infusion, I felt OK for a while until I started with the chills and shakes. I took a bunch of V's the rest of the day and night and got up early Wed. to go get the shot that will start my bones and muscles to ache. The great thing about this shot, they have to put it in your arm and it has a very large needle and it take about a minute to administer it once she starts it flowing. She then informed me that the reason it takes so long is that it is real thick and if you tried to give it fast, you would probably knock the person out with the pain. As she puts it in she keeps asking if your all right. I guess if they see you can follow them and answer the question, your not going to pass out.
After the shot I drove right home and hit the couch for a bit of a nap..It was almost 2pm when I layed down.
More tomorrow. Tom
Thursday 2/11/10
Tom is finally home from the hospital where he's been since last Friday. Following is a day-by day scenario ( or as much as I can type right now and will add more later)
Tuesday Tom received a new chemo medicine called Taxotere along with the gemsar he had received the week before. On Wednesday his left arm where the previous tumor had been removed started to swell and turn red in color. He was also shaking with the chills and feeling very sick. He also got neulasta on Wednesday because his platelets were at 17,000 (normal 140,000). By Thursday morning his arm was still swelling and he was retaining fluid. He was taking vicodin to deal with the pain and chills. By Friday morning he was in so much pain that I took him to the oncologist. After talking to a nurse practioner she decided to see the doc. After reading his chart and seeing his arm he put him in the hospital right away for IV antibiotics and a saline solution. On Saturday Fr. Tony from St Charles stopped by to administer the prayer for the sick. By Saturday afternoon Tom's whole body was covered with a rash. It kept getting worse but they gave him Zanyx or however you spell it so he didn't really care. Sunday the Colts lost and that was as much he could deal with. On Monday they brought in a contagious disease specialist who deduced he was allergic to the antibiotic and put him on a different one . At last he began to get better and he was released Wednesday but has to go to the ER every day for a week to have antibiotics infused. Takes about an hour.
Tom wanted everyone to know at least what had happened and I'm sure when he's feeling better he will fill you all in with a day by day, blow by blow experience. He did try to keep all of his nurses and support people laughing and he was well-liked by all of them. He appreciates your prayers and support and I'm sure he'll be blogging by tomorrow. Right now it's all he can manage not to scratch his entire body! In the meantime, further chemo has been postponed until platelet counts are up and rash is gone.
Tuesday Tom received a new chemo medicine called Taxotere along with the gemsar he had received the week before. On Wednesday his left arm where the previous tumor had been removed started to swell and turn red in color. He was also shaking with the chills and feeling very sick. He also got neulasta on Wednesday because his platelets were at 17,000 (normal 140,000). By Thursday morning his arm was still swelling and he was retaining fluid. He was taking vicodin to deal with the pain and chills. By Friday morning he was in so much pain that I took him to the oncologist. After talking to a nurse practioner she decided to see the doc. After reading his chart and seeing his arm he put him in the hospital right away for IV antibiotics and a saline solution. On Saturday Fr. Tony from St Charles stopped by to administer the prayer for the sick. By Saturday afternoon Tom's whole body was covered with a rash. It kept getting worse but they gave him Zanyx or however you spell it so he didn't really care. Sunday the Colts lost and that was as much he could deal with. On Monday they brought in a contagious disease specialist who deduced he was allergic to the antibiotic and put him on a different one . At last he began to get better and he was released Wednesday but has to go to the ER every day for a week to have antibiotics infused. Takes about an hour.
Tom wanted everyone to know at least what had happened and I'm sure when he's feeling better he will fill you all in with a day by day, blow by blow experience. He did try to keep all of his nurses and support people laughing and he was well-liked by all of them. He appreciates your prayers and support and I'm sure he'll be blogging by tomorrow. Right now it's all he can manage not to scratch his entire body! In the meantime, further chemo has been postponed until platelet counts are up and rash is gone.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
February 6, 2010
Just to let everyone know, Tom is in the hospital for three days getting IV antibiotics. He will return home Monday. His cell and platelet counts were very low so he got an infection and his diabetes complicates things so the doc figured the best way to get after it was via IV. He has his cell phone with him and would welcome calls. 260-402-6453.
We were going to have friends over to watch the super bowl, now not so much.
Nevertheless..........GO COLTS!!
Just to let everyone know, Tom is in the hospital for three days getting IV antibiotics. He will return home Monday. His cell and platelet counts were very low so he got an infection and his diabetes complicates things so the doc figured the best way to get after it was via IV. He has his cell phone with him and would welcome calls. 260-402-6453.
We were going to have friends over to watch the super bowl, now not so much.
Nevertheless..........GO COLTS!!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
I'm sorry for the delay on the blog, because I have been so shaky that I've been unable to type. Since my last post there have been some very interesting developments. The good thing was that the CT scan was negative. The bad news is that the "gemsar" that they gave me not only kicked my ass but it kicked S*** out of my red and white blood cells. I thought that it was just a matter of being able to take the side effects in stride but I of course was wrong. Dr Adhami was not in on Tues. so we met with his partner and she informed us that we had two choices: take a shot of decadron and wait a week to have chemo, or take chemo then with the knowledge that it could lower my blood count even worse. After two calls to Adhami and one to God we decided to go for the chemo.
After I made that decision I find out that there are like three other medicines that they have to put in the chemo to try to offset all the F8888888 side effects of all the S8888 they're going to put in me. The best news is that the one medicine that I didn't want because it effects the bone marrow and makes every bone in your body hurt, the last time I took it I was down for 48 hours I have to have and I had it today.
After the treatment yesterday I started to shake uncontrollably. You feel as though you're cold and that you've got to put blankets on to warm your body. After about an hour of shaking I decided I couldn't take the shaking any more and took two Vicodin. After about 45 minutes the Vicodin started to work and within another hour and a half I finally stopped shaking. Now the downside to the 4 dog night was that it caused my temp to go to 102.2. I was told to call the emergency # if my temp goes over 101. When we talked to Dr. Adhami he said to take a couple Tylenol and call him in the morning! What the H else is a doctor going to tell you to do. So I took the tylenol and Sharon got me an ice pack and within an hour or so my temp was back down to 99. I have finally decided that taking vicodin before any of this s888 starts to take effect is the best course of action. In talking to my brother today he said that's what he did with his shoulder operation. While I was talking to him I started to shake and I told him I still had an hour before I should take another vicodin and he said are you nuts...if you're starting to hurt take a f88888888 pill. I'm going to take his advice.
As I was ending my conversation with Larry, Sharon came in and I asked her if we could go do the blog. So that is about as current as I can bring you. I'm dictating, Sharon is typing for me until I get my coordination back.
Thank you for all of you that have shown concern a to why I was not writing my blog. I do enjoy writing the blog and please know that when I don't it's because there's nothing to tell you or I'm incapable of typing.
So far the side effects of the neulasta I got today have been much gentler than the last time. I can't really stand for very long and the most comfortable position is on the couch. Of course my family thinks that's my favorite position if I'm hurting or not but today I have a great excuse to be there.
Love to all,
Tom
After I made that decision I find out that there are like three other medicines that they have to put in the chemo to try to offset all the F8888888 side effects of all the S8888 they're going to put in me. The best news is that the one medicine that I didn't want because it effects the bone marrow and makes every bone in your body hurt, the last time I took it I was down for 48 hours I have to have and I had it today.
After the treatment yesterday I started to shake uncontrollably. You feel as though you're cold and that you've got to put blankets on to warm your body. After about an hour of shaking I decided I couldn't take the shaking any more and took two Vicodin. After about 45 minutes the Vicodin started to work and within another hour and a half I finally stopped shaking. Now the downside to the 4 dog night was that it caused my temp to go to 102.2. I was told to call the emergency # if my temp goes over 101. When we talked to Dr. Adhami he said to take a couple Tylenol and call him in the morning! What the H else is a doctor going to tell you to do. So I took the tylenol and Sharon got me an ice pack and within an hour or so my temp was back down to 99. I have finally decided that taking vicodin before any of this s888 starts to take effect is the best course of action. In talking to my brother today he said that's what he did with his shoulder operation. While I was talking to him I started to shake and I told him I still had an hour before I should take another vicodin and he said are you nuts...if you're starting to hurt take a f88888888 pill. I'm going to take his advice.
As I was ending my conversation with Larry, Sharon came in and I asked her if we could go do the blog. So that is about as current as I can bring you. I'm dictating, Sharon is typing for me until I get my coordination back.
Thank you for all of you that have shown concern a to why I was not writing my blog. I do enjoy writing the blog and please know that when I don't it's because there's nothing to tell you or I'm incapable of typing.
So far the side effects of the neulasta I got today have been much gentler than the last time. I can't really stand for very long and the most comfortable position is on the couch. Of course my family thinks that's my favorite position if I'm hurting or not but today I have a great excuse to be there.
Love to all,
Tom
Monday, February 1, 2010
Mon. 02-01-10
At 8am this morning I was at the CT scan facility ready for action. At 8:45 they were finally ready for me. Actually is was best that they were so busy, because at 5:45 when I got up my blood sugar was in the 60's. I was not to take any food since 5am. I then started to look for something I could find that would spike my BS but not destroy the no eating policy. I then found Sharon's trail mix, it had all kinds of peanuts and stuff, but only two raisins and two M&M in the entire bag. Oh she never HIGRADES her trail mix. But let me tell you, if you ever look into that bag before taking a hand full, she would call you out, right now. So the next place I looked was in the refrigerator and nothing, no orange juice, or anything that would solve my low blood sugar Finally, after bending my knees, as my mother always told me to do, I found some of Sammy's, Juicy Juice, and it had 25g of sugar. After taking that it got much better and I headed for the GI, CT scan.
If you have never had to drink the stuff that they coat your "whatever" with, you have not lived. Two sixteen bottles of the stuff. They now have it put in lemon aid looking bottles, but trust me it is not lemon aid. After sitting for an hour letting this junk settle, they came to get me and ushered me into the CT area. I had put on the card this time that I had a Port so they could access that as apposed to trying to stick my veins. When you receive so much Chemo, your veins are very easily collapsed. As it turns out, this nurse had just passed the tests required to be able to stick a port. The other facilities that I have been to have never been able to draw from my port. She had decided to do this on her own first and then went to the state to let her do it for her cancer patients. I told her how happy I was to know that they had this ability and that she did it on her own. Let me tell you, if your in Fort Wayne and need a CT with contrast, that's what they call it, and you want a good nurse, go to door #3 of the cancer center at Park View North.
After getting stuck the treatment only takes about twenty minutes. They just lay you on a table feet first and they but you in a round thing that takes pictures while you are slid back and forth inside it. It's the getting stuck and being worried about what it might show that is the hard part, oh yea that other drink stuff isn't fun either.
Well I lived another day so we will see tomorrow how I did on my tests. They were never that easy for me in school I know, and I didn't study at all for this one.
Hay Grace and Ron, thanks for the call. You too Catie, Tom and Maura. Love to hear from any of you people. It's a bitch sitting on the couch.
And no Cate, I didn't spell check it tonight either. Love to all, Tom
If you have never had to drink the stuff that they coat your "whatever" with, you have not lived. Two sixteen bottles of the stuff. They now have it put in lemon aid looking bottles, but trust me it is not lemon aid. After sitting for an hour letting this junk settle, they came to get me and ushered me into the CT area. I had put on the card this time that I had a Port so they could access that as apposed to trying to stick my veins. When you receive so much Chemo, your veins are very easily collapsed. As it turns out, this nurse had just passed the tests required to be able to stick a port. The other facilities that I have been to have never been able to draw from my port. She had decided to do this on her own first and then went to the state to let her do it for her cancer patients. I told her how happy I was to know that they had this ability and that she did it on her own. Let me tell you, if your in Fort Wayne and need a CT with contrast, that's what they call it, and you want a good nurse, go to door #3 of the cancer center at Park View North.
After getting stuck the treatment only takes about twenty minutes. They just lay you on a table feet first and they but you in a round thing that takes pictures while you are slid back and forth inside it. It's the getting stuck and being worried about what it might show that is the hard part, oh yea that other drink stuff isn't fun either.
Well I lived another day so we will see tomorrow how I did on my tests. They were never that easy for me in school I know, and I didn't study at all for this one.
Hay Grace and Ron, thanks for the call. You too Catie, Tom and Maura. Love to hear from any of you people. It's a bitch sitting on the couch.
And no Cate, I didn't spell check it tonight either. Love to all, Tom
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