I get to the eye doctor's in Wal-Mart, no tiny blonde sheriff's person as promised. I go in and fill out eye doctor stuff and she comes in. She's brought the WRONG paperwork but she can't come back after my appt so she runs off to come back in the middle of it. This means of course, I can't ask any questions. I'm supposed to write a letter and it goes...two places. I'm only sure of one place. She suggests a lawyer when I mention it and I said well I already have one (and yes I WILL ask for his help). I have a month and a half and then of course I will have to come back to WI after I leave since this won't see court for months.
And my eyes got worse but only a little. No diabetic problems. That's good.
Fanfic author for today,
bashipforever . She does some very sweet or very painful or sometimes both B/A stories predominately. Lots of B/A love here and now she's venturing into Spawn territority which is always yummy too. I've even gotten her hooked on Connor (yay me!) sorta. (thinking of the Connor/Illyria story) Check out her site (and her awards) at Still His Girl