Post 167: So tired I want a new body.
A lazy Sunday again — but this one feels different, as though it’s caused by something else rather than a busy day yesterday.
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Waking in my recovery suite, with all its lonesom...
Post 166: Crying into the forum’s arms.
I’m not the only one, but I don’t see that until I get online and look for where I can help.
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Today my youngest and his fiancée came for a working visit. My orde...
Post 165: My Darling Says I Look Great.
An unbiased opinion says it all — and I’m happy to say I’m back and starting to feel a bit more “on it”.
Shall we say goodbye to the third person for a while and get to the end o...
Post 164: What a turn around.
No pains when Mrs U checked on the patient today, so he said. But where did they go?
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His Darling has now stolen his drug-sorting hat and is trying to help the day roll on, with every new pill adj...
Post 163: Observations of Mr U and his ups and downs.
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I’ll take over from here.
I’ll keep an eye on him until he’s fit enough to do this himself.
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The hop-on, hop-off part of this stor...
