Sympathy Play

Yes, I am sick.  I've got my comfort TV on: true crime.  The murders are just going on in the background while I sneeze and blow my nose and play Word Wars and knit.  There are also commercials that seem to be on an infinite loop.  If I hear the Delectables  ad one more time. . .

Oh, and the moisturizer that's good for people from 2 weeks to 100 years old?  Sorry, folks who are 101, your skin will have to give itself over to decay.

Back to the oral surgeon today for what I thought was my last check-in.  Nope.  At least two more with him.  Maybe I have the crown by Easter?  Practically a full year of this madness.