This growin' old is for the birds.....

....but it beats the alternative. Now my husband has to go to the hospital for tests on Monday. After getting his D.O.T. (Department of Transportation, which you all probably knew the initials) he was only cleared to drive for 3 months due to "blood in his urine". Now this is a personal matter and certainly private, but just as I was sighing a big sigh of relief about my eye surgery I am faced with the unknown about this series of tests for him.

So, Monday, bright and early we will be in Medina at the hospital doing I don't know what, but a stress test is also involved. I don't feel old, looking is another story, but when did we stop being

immortal???