"Tout va bien, Madame Clark. Tout va bien."
And with these words, My doctor earned his place on my Christmas gift list for life.
Yes, happy readers, Whoopsie is fine.
I don't think there is much more I can say except, one again, thank you for all the positive thoughts, good wishes, and prayers sent our way. I appreciate all of them and all of you.
The good news, besides that about Whoopise, is that I now have a huge void in my "stress planner" so if anyone would like to have me stress about something near and dear to you, I'd be happy to take up the cause! No job too big or too small!
Stressing over Christmas dinner? I've got your back.
Wondering why there is so much horribleness in the world? Shoot, I'm an old pro at that one.
Worried about where to send that daughter of yours to college? I'm your woman.
Not sure what you think about Hillary being Secretary of State? I'll ponder that one for you, no problem.
You see, I've learned these last two weeks that I can cry at the drop of a hat for both happy and sad things and I have a trememdous gift for insomnia. So please, feel free to call on my services.
It's the least I can do.
(Offer ends April 20, 2009 and not viable with any other offers or promotions from the Birth Control Bed & Breakfast. Only one stress per reader accepted. Other offers of 'things to stress over' will be handled by the wine department on a first come, first served basis till the cave is empty. More details available in person at the B&B.)