Yeah.
Over the years, I've found great comfort in consistency.
Done what I could to nurture it in others.
And generally force it where possible.
That said.
I gotta get better about rolling with the punches.
Or at least give the impression about better rolling.
Anyway.
Yesterday's last appointments with the VA disability contractors went surprisingly well.
Blood pressure was still high.
And then they gave me an ultrasound.
On my chest, belly, and throat.
And because I've got kind of a wacky diet, my belly dolphins were playing around.
Belly dolphins being the name I give the sounds that come from my belly.
And there were points during each scan area where the speakers of the machine would come on.
So when they scanned my belly...
"Reeeeeeeeeooooooo roooooo... reeeeeeeeeeoooo!
Oh god, that's mortifying.
But it's over.
And now it's just a matter of the VA reviewers to do their job and... review.
Not much on deck for today.
Work should be quiet and quick, and then launch into the weekend for a whole lot of goddamn nothing.
Printed out the parts for articulating claws.
Assembled one of them.
Quite neat.
Anyway.
Happy Friday, y'all.
Cheers.