Brooke stopped by a couple days ago sans Miles. He had OT. She sent out over 300 wedding invites, so that's 300 guests all with a +1. Dissa gonna be awesome, that's gonna be a whole lot of happy people and good juju under one roof. Hopefully there's no MCIs that night, EMS, HEMS and fire has very important plans.
It gets me in my feelers, this could have so easily been a funeral with 300 guests instead of a wedding.
Everyone is thrilled that he's totally off the narcs. It could have gone the other way so easily. We talked about it, perhaps it's our tender female hearts that sympathize with opoid dependent folks, but we were both worried about him suffering from chronic pain. So many people are one back injury, one slip and fall, one broken shoulder away from dependence. But she says there's nothing that 600mgs of an OTC nsaid can't handle. So grateful for that.
She hasn't listened to the audio recording, neither has Miles. She's not sure if she'll ever be able to listen to it. But by very VERY bizarre coincidental circumstances, I was able to briefly view the wrecked bird. She wanted a photo since she wants to make a scrapbook someday. We're a weird breed of professionals, aren't we. It's easy to deal with other people mortality, but not our own.
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