We suffer from an incurable malady: hope.~ Mahmoud Darwish ~
[Stop agreeing. That's not what I meant.]
Literally, I am twisted. When I stand up with my toes pointing forward, my upper body points at 10 o'clock. The good news is that I am not in pain...at least not any more than usual.
I'm telling you this in case you see me coming. You see, my right boob precedes me. I am--well...wide enough that even though my sternum is at 10 o'clock, my right girl is dead ahead at 12 o'clock. I look down at my front with my jacket open and, sure enough, there she is.
So if you see me approaching, leading with my right boob, don't be alarmed. It is nothing personal. I am not making a point or anything. [Heh heh heh. Take that any way you want.]
The other good news is that I do have a cracklepractor appointment scheduled...just not soon enough.