Well...driving my car felt weird. Figured I’d tell my husband to check it when he got home. Went about my biz. Driving back home to go see my guy the truck behind me starts laying on their horn...”hey lady you’re tire is flat”.
****. Called Scotty who had thankfully called into work and he said it should be okay to drive to his place. It was only a 5 minute drive. Totally completely without air. I drove around for over an hour on my rim! [emoji58] he offered me a ride home but it last only like 2 miles so I drove. Figured it was already pretty screwed up.
Did get my goodies from the soap lady though
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Schizoaffective, PTSD, Anxiety