Someday I'll tell everything Right now I'm absolutely not - repeatedly NOT - in the mood. Couldn't care less about the blogging crap.
I'll offer a sweet condensement.
Arrived home on Friday around 3:30 p.m. dank, damp, musty. Almost dark.
Home. About fifteen minutes.
Yes, fifteen.
Unbelievable terror. Can't move my legs and can't bend my knees. Lower extremities completely paralyzed.
My choice was Cookeville Medical Center. Admitted Friday night.
My insurance is good for 45 days.
Complicated nightmare.
I'll spill all the details.
Someday.
Jon 💙
Someday
