Hey friends, If you’ve been following my recent posts, you already know that last Friday started out… differently than I expected. I woke up to my sweet (and very direct) husband Tray looking at me and saying, “What is wrong with your face?!” Slightly offended, I tried to answer, but the words weren’t coming out right. Tray wasn’t having any of my “I’m fine” protests. He got me to Marshall Primary Care where Dr. Pettit was already ready to give me the lecture of a lifetime about why I should...

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