A few days ago, I ran a post in which Wolverette was re-purposed to show where all my little friends were hiding out when Dr. G cut me open and took them out.
No sooner had I laid The Henries line out, than was Judy working up a post-op Wolverette, complete with an 8 inch incision - yeah, she measured it, to be exact. Staples included.
Please note the frowny face and quote. (Also, the strategically placed bellybutton.)
It's true. Surgery hurts.
So much so that I was overheard saying (I say "overheard", because I have absolutely no recollection of having said this... so much for being super lucid this time around) that "I wouldn't wish this on - insert my high school nemesis' name here - and I hate her."
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And here we though you hated no one, oh the truth serum of pain relief; well not relief exactly so much as pain mediation and forgetfulness.
Hugs to you and we will see each other soon.
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