Did I mention that I have my first physical therapy appointment tomorrow?
At this point, I just want to keep the car limping along - or keep limping along without the car - until my parents come to town, and tell them that that's what I'd like for my birthday this year, please and thank you - car repairs. I am aware that this makes me old. I shall have to beglitter my eyes and dye the red stripes back into my hair to compensate. Stripey socks will also help.