The problem is, I still have my port inserted in my body, and it flags further inspection.
Every.
Single.
Time.
And every time it pisses me off. I try to explain what it is, but I still get pulled over, and subjected to a full body pat down.
Today this got to me, I sort of simmered, I sort of got teary. I knew I had to keep it together if I ever wanted to get on an airplane again.
By the time I got on the plane I was feeling a bit worn out. As I was powering off my phone, I read the following message from my husband, that turned my day around.
"Through the years, when everything went wrong
Together we were strong, I know that I belonged
Right here with you ...Through the years
I never had a doubt, we'd always work things out
I've learned what love's about, by loving you
Through the years
— Kenny Rogers
This is was a quote that started a market report I was reading that literally brought a tear to my eyes. I thought to myself, Kenny Rodgers must have a great wife too.
Just out of curiosity I goggled him.
He has had 5 wives."
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