Perhaps there is more than one thing stirring in this night before Christmas...
For one, it's not Christmas. For two, I'm at a hospital; not home in bed. Three; oh hell, I don't remember 3. Blame it on the brain damage.
Day 6 and I'm losing my temper. I should have lost it on day 3 but on no; the new model of me; the Bain damaged one thinks everyone needs a further shot. Further shot be damned. Just gives them time to line me up.
But they got it, more time. And before I got one Neurosrgeon in here to talk to me.
I cried, talked and bemoaned to the neurosurgon that finally came to let me know what's happening. So happy was I just to be told.
That's all I wanted. Day 6 of watching life pass me by is enough.
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Thanks. Better check it out but it should be up today!