ago. she'll be staying on the cardiac floor for at least another
twenty-four hours, now that her normal cardiologist is back from
whooping it up, rosh hashana-style.
so she lives. and no -- no ill effects at all from the ten nitro
pills; she'd let them go completely worthless, the silly (and
undeservedly lucky) bint.
so i've called off to all my jobs, and i'm helping her eat cos she's
not allowed more than a thirty-degree incline yet, then i'm going to
shop for dinner for myself. right now, we're watching cash cab...it's
nutella, fool. gah!
sigh...later.
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