When your doctor's office knows that you plan evening appointments on purpose so that you can get a little date night out with your husband, and they have an adorable tongue-depressor-tissue-paper flower waiting for you in the office when you arrive to accompany you on said "date night," it's pretty special.
I love what one of the sweet nurses called my CRPS journey tonight: "A long road for fashionable boots."
It's the little things.
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