You know, that friend.
The one that you hardly see.
But you know they are on your team.
The one that you just love. And they get you.
Yeah. That's my friend Mandy.
We haven't had one conversation about the whole "can't eat a dang thing without feeling like in being tortured" ordeal.
And today, she texts to check in.
Cause she's better than I am about that.
And here ya go.
I left the dr office last week so frustrated. And quite angry.
At their lack of concern.
And then this.
I love her.