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| A Movie Date with ST My husband and I are relaxing in the living room Dinner over, the dishes need to be washed. He asks, "How about a movie? We haven't done that for a while." My hazel eyes become pain gray with the thought. I venture enthusiasm. "Sounds great. What's on?" I can play this game very well, lots of practice. I watch him study the movie page. I go to collect my battle gear. The OBUSforme for my neck The prescription bottles for reinforcement I pull on my high-necked sweater. We're there and so is the line I have been dreading. He says, "I have heard this is a great flick, hon" I steer him to the right side so my neck can naturally go left He asks, "Are you doing ok?" "Oh, sure, sweetie" I say. An hour into the movie my neck starts to pull I need to get up in the dark and find a water fountain This is so much fun, I take a pill and carefully go back to my seat. ST is certainly a fickle fiend. I never know what it will do The next day is a good one as I talk to a friend She asks about the movie, I say "I haven't a clue! |
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