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Tessa bless her heart drove me over to ICC to get my blood drawn, after I spent the morning getting the dates and tests straight with Annabelle. Whoever does these orders for me at the practice is dyslexic or sloppy or overburdened, because she makes mistakes!! So next Tuesday I get the three vials drawn and Thursday I see the doctor, and Annabelle thinks that my Medicaid is approved and I'm not so certain.
Gotta get my mail and see if the approval or card is in there! (And don't yell at me. My muscles aren't attached to my brain right now.)
Gotta get my mail and see if the approval or card is in there! (And don't yell at me. My muscles aren't attached to my brain right now.)