Its about a quarter to eight. In three hours, we leave for the surgeon's office to find out what's going to happen, and when. I know he's not going to say oh, that's nothing, leave it alone, it'll get better. After all, she had pains strong enough to make her call home in a bit of a panic. When I stand, it hurts my chest. So yeah, he's going to say something about yeah, we need to fix that. No free pass.
But I wish....
2 comments:
Don't worry until you have something specific to worry about...
Congenital diaphragmatic hernia sounds enough for me. Along with words like surgeon and laparascopic....
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