Bad carma

My pregnant friend had her alternator die in her car yesterday. She took her hubby's car and the tire blew on it while she was driving.

She, like me, is having bad carma. Get it? Karma? Carma.

Ok, bad joke.

But, I'm going to get my flat tire fixed or repaired and then I'm going to have a catheter inserted in me after lunchtime. Oooh, lunchtime. I'm so hungry. No eating for me till afterwards and I'm aching for some food.

And, just an update on the panniculectomy incision. No oozing any more and the entire incision is finally starting to dry up and scab over, which the nurse at the doctor's office said is a good sign. I hope so.

ADDENDUM: Bad carma extended even further. My best buddy was returning home from a trip to Colorado when an old lady ran a red light and hit their van, totalling it. Thankfully, they're all fine. Just sore, but ok. This is the gal in the train pics with me from last week. Very scary. Very weird, too.