frosted

A good word to describe what I’m feeling just now as I navigate my way through a medical system that seems to work in all ways backward.

Frosted as in, “That really frosts my cookies.”

Which is a phrase that makes me laugh, and I have no idea what it really means, but the fact that it makes me laugh is enough.

For now.

Because if I don’t laugh, I’m going to cry. Or yell.

Now, who wants a cookie?

 

 

 


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