Costochondritis- Forgive the Cactus

Dear Friends,

It would appear I have offended and scared a few folks I love dearly and deeply when in a previous rant I talked about not wanting to be asked about my progress....and I wrote the word BONKERS a whole lot. I'm so sorry if I hurt anyone's feelings. Please forgive me. Did I mean it what I said? Yes. But if you and I are close, we talk often, are blog buddies...or related...or pretend we are related, you do not fall into the category of "leave me alone." lol. Especially if it's via text or e-mail. Cause it hurts to talk. So the odds of getting me phone chatting are slim to none. A friend did ask me, "if I want an update and you don't want to answer, what do i ask?" That was funny. We came up with, "anything new with the costo?" And I was like, "nope." Chuckle.

And most often, I'd love to listen about your life, because while mine is blessed, it's tedious, and slow moving. Not much on the news front. I'm like a catus. Slow growing, feel like I'm in the hot dessert, have thick skin due to survival needs, and I have prickles on my person to protect myself. From what, you ask? Well, that's another post all together. But, a Cactus is a tough little fighter, so forgive me if I jabbed you with my prickles. What the crap do you call those sharp things? I know it's not easy for those who love the cactus to deal with this either. So for that, I ask your forgiveness and extend my gratitude.

One day my little flowers will bloom. And the dern spikes will fall off. Promise.

I leave you with a little chuckle: It was the middle of the night. Suddenly there was a loud rapping on the doctor’s door, followed by a groan. The doctor angrily thrust his head out of the window. “WELL?” he shouted. “No,” moaned the man. “Sick.” hehe.

Ii's not that funny, but it made me smile. -)
Sincerely,
Lucy