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[racingbird]

Having surgery on Monday morning.  It should be utterly routine, and he says I shouldn't be in too bad shape.  No bending down and no lifting things, take it easy and all that good stuff.  I'll be coming home with lovely splints in my nose, but apparently that's much preferable to the stuff-it-full-of-cotton plan, even if it's messier.

I've spent

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[tashar]

*hugs* I'll be thinking about you Monday morning, little sis.