“You’re a healthy woman!” chirps my GP, her slim young hand on my shoulder. My internal wolf wants to bite that hand but just in time I remember I’d rather not lose another tooth.
Getting the form for the prescription of medical marijuana was the easy part. Finding a doctor sufficiently well seated in the current century to give me the prescription? That’s a lot harder.
Somehow cougars slunk into my sleep last night, perhaps because I was told yesterday that a cougar had been spotted in a yard half a block away. Yes, it’s true: […]