I just finished reading Gone Girl and that is the most frustrating ending I’ve read in quite a while.
Everyone who suffers from social anxiety needs a friend who will
- help them order food when it’s too scary
- walk with them through crowded places
- help them laugh it off when they make a mistake
- not get tired of answering “no, you’re not annoying, silly goose! You’re adorable and I love you” no matter how many times it’s needed
and if you’re that friend, bless u for being fab <3
My Lambchop is out of surgery and everything went well. The tumor is still there, but the doctor rerouted his colon around it. No more ostomy! Apparently the Timor was too close to his urine tube to safely remove it without damaging the tube and, in turn, his kidney. Andy is awake and doing fine. He was able to get up and walk around for a few minutes, and now he’s trying to eat dinner!! Our projected discharge date is Friday (hopefully).