I survived my morning of pre-op junk. The tests were nothing, but the waiting in between tests was endless. gawd.
The worst part of the day was the hour and a half on the bus to get to the hospital. Almost 90 minutes to go 8 or 9 km. Cra-zee.
I'm going to bed now. I'm wiped out.
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rest, eat butter chicken, repeat until oct 31 is over and done with
I'll assume that's a typo and you don't want me to stuff myself with butter chicken for 10 months. burp. (As tasty as that might be.)
er, uh, ok
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