Tim took pictures of Josie at the supermarket to cheer me up when I was stuck at the hospital late last night. I think this is my favorite picture he has ever taken- I can relate to the blissful ice cream contemplation.
Today I let a doctor tap a spinal needle into my sacroiliac joint, and am cautiously optimistic about the results. In spite of my needle phobia I didn't end up causing a scene, mostly because I was safely on my stomach and couldn't see it coming. Hmmm. Yet another reason to be happy that I can't see my butt.
