23 March, 2008
I scream.
Isn't ice cream the perfect drug to combat the nautical disasters in life? I had some soy ice cream the other night that was wonderful. Fluffy and ice creamy. I may go pick some up from the store and make that my drug of choice in these trying times of bad gallbladders (not mine), work horrors (yes, mine), not enough time in the days, manditory overtime combined with lack of time to eat (it's a wonder my fingernails haven't fallen off yet, the way I'm eating).
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I'm posting this as an update for those who read Agatestone's blog:
The bad gallbladder has been removed; the doctors were able to do the less invasive surgery.
-Susan
(I know I should come up with some witty remark, but I'm too relieved to do so - besides, that's Agate's specialty)
Not my gallbladder by the way. Our mother's.
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