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Saw doctor. Doctor saw me. Messiness occurred, accompanied by the crushing of Bossman's fingers*  and small** whimpering noises. The doctor didn't whimper - neither did Bossman or the assisting nurse. Okay, so I was the only one making like a wuss. The doctor is not pleased with my lack of progress. He wasn't so happy about the weight loss either. But now that he's done painful messy stuff, things should be better, he says. And messier at home - no guests or visits for me until things heal more.

I'm home and I'm going to take a nap. Bossman needs a nap too, but work and SCA won't let him have one today. Poor guy. He was a rock of steadiness while I was falling apart.


*he was holding my hand
**I hope they were small