Cary and I saw the most beautiful southern California sunrise together this morning.  Ask me WHY we were treated to such a spectacular sight.

Why you ask? Oh how kind of you to inquire.

Well, about 3 AM this morning, ye ol' feeding tube decided to finally take umbrage at all the verbal abuse I had been heaping upon it - and exited my body, stage left.

Maybe if I named it and talked nice to it from now on it will be nicer to me.  Hhhmmmm... *furrows brow* ... what's a good name......*jepardy theme*....

OOO  OOO I know! I will give her a nice Latin name. Dolore Asinum.  Dolores for short.

But back to my story...

The fun part was that I had recently lost my wallet, so no insurance cards, no ID, no nothin'.  After calling the hubby to come home from work, I tore through every file I had looking for something to prove I was me and that I had insurance (note to self and any others who have medical issues - keep a photocopy of everything in a handy place in case of this kind of emergency. Lesson learned the hard way.).  About the time I had found everything I needed, Cary got home and we decided to try a new ER. Rancho Springs was closer than Inland Regional, although it is much smaller and only has basic services. The entrance to the ER looks like a cheap motel, but the staff are lovely. They got Dolores back in place and even did an x-ray with contrast to make sure she was in the right place. Bless their hearts, they still refused to stitch her back in though. *big sigh*. Is it really that scary to take a jab at a completely willing victim patient? Cauliflower anyone?

So on the way home a completely exhausted me and an even more depleted hubby were blessed to witness said gorgeous sunrise. When I was single (a million years ago - or twelve - who's counting)  I would have thought it was romantic or something. We were both too pooped for romance. Buuut it was beautiful.