Thank Goddess That’s Over

This was, offi­cial­ly, the Day of Dri­ving All Over Atlanta. Since Sam did all of the dri­ving, and I actu­al­ly only had to go to one of the five sched­uled appoint­ments, it’s ridicu­lous that I’m even tired. My poor sweet­ie is exhausted!

We’ve all seen our respec­tive health care providers, though, and Katie did most of the paper­work she need­ed to do at the last stop—then real­ized that her learn­er’s per­mit expired, and they required a gov­ern­ment ID, so we have to go renew it and go back to that place yet again.

She has­n’t moved on to the dri­ver’s license because her neu­rol­o­gist ordered “no more dri­ving” just a few months after she got the learn­er’s per­mit due to her severe migraines and sleep/fatigue prob­lems. Despite hav­ing tak­en dri­ving lessons and all, she’ll prob­a­bly have to start all over again when­ev­er the doc­tor releas­es her for that. It’s a very good thing we chose to move to a coun­ty that’s served by MARTA a few years ago!

Ohs noes, I have to get up in the morning!

I mean, like get up by a cer­tain time and be con­scious enough to dri­ve, which is unusu­al. Real­ly unusu­al, as I very sel­dom dri­ve. But the girl needs to go see the doc­tor, and she still sees a pedi­a­tri­cian because they’re eas­i­er to get in to see when you need to see them, and sick vis­its mean wait­ing and wait­ing in the lob­by. It would take way too much of Sam’s day to try to take off work to do it. So unless I just can’t, at all, it’ll be me. So no long entry tonight!