That you send your best wishes to Nurse Ames, who has spent thousands of minutes waiting for me to get done with yet another damn scan and driving me back and forth to said damn scans, tomorrow. She's having her stapes replaced with a titanium replica and her eardrum repaired in some way that I don't understand, starting about 2:30 pip emma central time.
What the hell do I know? I do strokes. All I know is that she's a little anxious, and so am I.
Prayers, hip-shakingks, om-sayings, and capybara-snuffles would all be appreciated.
As for me, I'm getting started on soup right now.