Dear God/dess:
Can I get a refund for my life? In just the past few years I've been abused, been victim of arson, can't find a steady job, went through international air travel, continue to suffer from major depression -- and now my saintly Mom is suffering from an infection given to her by a doctor with a dirty needle. This on top of her arthritis, deafness, scoliosis and something else ending in 's' that I'm forgetting at the moment.
On the bright side, I now know what healthy pus looks like. Not that I realized there was such a thing as healthy pus. However, no one asks that for my job qualifications. I can't even blog regularly because I have to keep the phone line open for medical crap.
I've noticed that my dog Pony has gone through most of what I have, yet is happier than any lark. I seem to be better off praying to my dog than to You.
