Just when I thought I would be safe until the operation, this evening saw me start another, as the medical professionals so evocatively put it, “bleed”.

Yay, more living in the bathroom! More anemia!

I’m quite hoping that quite fervently wishing this away will prove successful, as I really do very much need to go to work tomorrow.

Husband 2 suggestion that I might want to give Option 2 a little more consideration as the ute has pretty much never given me anything but grief. That, combined with a very lovely and informative email from the scathingly brilliant Cellobella and I very much am considering ute removal (option 2) after initially pretty much dismissing it out of hand.

Would that I could engage someone to make such difficult decisions for me.

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