When I got my covid test, it felt like the swab was as long as depicted here and that they were trying to see if they could push it all the way through my head. In the words of my doctor, “I’m going to touch your brain now.”
We have alcoholic wipes at work we’re supposed to use on our tablets. I’ve learned to not use them unless my car door is open or the window is rolled down, otherwise they about knock me out.
This came from when we were talking to the funeral director about my father’s obituary. He said if we just gave him the basics he would write it. My niece, Emily, said, “Like a Mad-Lib?”
