robinthefiddler

Well, one month to the day after my appendectomy turns out to be Valentine’s Day. The kids have absolutely vetoed doing anything related to “out to dinner”. “Holiday? And Friday? It will be crazy”. I’m kind of mostly recovered from combination surgery, jet lag and travel crud. I still occasionally get what feels like a stitch in my side (no pun intended). Now it’s time for bigger and better things, which means imaging of my gall bladder (they saw something and would have taken it out at the same time, but I already had an infection) and trying to get the proper paperwork for the travel insurance,

Meanwhile I am also doing minimally skilled nursing care for hubby’s foot wound, acquired in Egypt and ignored until a week or so after we got home,

I desperately need some fun.

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