Sometimes I feel braindead

So lately my health has taken a turn for the extremely painful and non-life threatening. Its relieving and nerve wracking all at the same time. Since we have business to be doing and since I feel like an invalid when I can't walk, I called my dad and asked him what I should do to solve my problem. It seems that surgery is the answer. I guess I've avoided it long enough. Now I just have to get my ass back to my doctor in Ft Worth to get the stupid MRI and Cat scan to get the surgery approved and scheduled. In the mean time I stay on pain killers so that I can hobble around. Pain killers make me a bit dopey and forgetful. I do things like leave my purse with the controlled substance prescription bottle full of some 40 tabs and credit cards for 4 different checking accounts and ID and everything else in the stupid quick cart at a Target in The Woodland, TX.......

Luckily, Mark speaks Target and got the correct person to go look for my purse and find it, and lock it up with his name on it so no one will take off with my purse and my pills to get high for the hell of it. Also luckily enough, Mark understand my brain deadness and loves me enough to drive through insane Houston traffic for an hour in each direction to go get my purse so the next time this stupidness crops up and I can't walk due to the pain I'll have my pills again to dumb me up enough to make it through the day.

Believe it or not, my family trusts me enough, or are lazy enough, to have me do their taxes while on my painkillers..... That's some faith, or some hatred of paperwork, I can't decide which.

Anywho, we're in Magnolia, TX right now getting ready to test a new Grancrete Spraying Mechanism tomorrow. If it all goes well, we may be in business. Cross your fingers for me.