Eyes checked out--no surgery needed for now. Long as I can still SEE my crossed fingers, we're good. My wheelchair just needed to have the protective paper cover peeled off the underside of the keypad. 100-mile round trip for the technician to figure that out. By rights they shouldn't charge work comp for that. Guess I'll mention it to my case mgr.
Place of Honor
orange toy tambourine
caught that, dammit,
at NOLA Mardi Gras
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