Richer in experience, an appendix poorer.
Crikey – that hurt!
Graham said I should think of it as an alternative method to lose weight, an organ at the time. 🙂
Right now, I’m looking forward to convalescing in the garden, having my husband wait on me hand and foot. I can point to where the work needs to be done with a virgin daiquiri.
Sadly, I lost my milk. I simply dried up. I was told there is a slight chance I might be able to get it going again, but it hurts like nothing else when I try to nurse Tamsin, I’m beginning to adjust to the thought that I have to give it up. Luckily she seems happy to substitute me with a bottle.
Mark has called several times. We pretend he’s next door, not in Oman. It will have to do for the time being.