This was a no sewing week; the students came back to school, so my work week was very busy.
The week culminated, Friday, in an appointment with a malpractice attorney. I had slept very little the night before (from 4 a.m. until 6 a.m.), since I was typing up everything I could remember from my husband's hospital stay.
Reliving the experience as I typed, and again at the attorney's office plus the lack of sleep made for an exhausting day.
I treated myself to a nice salad, and some beautiful roses which I can enjoy for the weekend.
I don't know how the legal thing will work out. It doesn't sound too promising, but the attorney wants to investigate the situation a little deeper before he tells us if we have a case. So now I am "involved" with three attorneys.
Pat Wys said, at the Stitch-In, that she was going to find me an attorney. I said "I already have enough." She said "no, that's not what she meant." She meant a single attorney. Oh, dear, I don't want any of my friends getting me into trouble. I promised AC (my husband) a year.
And I meant it.