I took my car in for servicing yesterday. It is one of those chores that being single is made more complicated. You have to rely on a "shuttle" to the office, then you wait for the call that your car is ready. They send another "shuttle" to pick you up and it is all very anxiety-creating even though typing it out makes it seem like no big deal.
Today, I am going back to the doctor. The antibiotics he prescribed for my chest congestion did not clear it up so I am just going under the assumption it's lung cancer and I have like three months to live because that's the way my brain works.
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