Just over twenty-four hours to go and I have reached the stage of stress where 'fright or flight' has frozen and I'm imitating the small, fluffy animals I sometimes see at night when driving home; the ones that stop dead in the middle of the road and wait for you to run them over.
Let's hope tomorrow is better and that the hospital visits holds no nasty surprises.
Let's hope tomorrow is better and that the hospital visits holds no nasty surprises.
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