I've decided I'm very much like my dad in the need to know sense. He hates computers and has a coniption (sp?) if something goes wrong. So I always get the call to go fix it while he sweats it out. He doesn't need or want to know what was wrong or how I fixed it so long as it gets fixed. I feel the same way about surgery.
Still freaking out...wish I didn't know the things I know and wondering if this is going to continue to eat away at me for the next 27 days???
Life is Valuable and Precious
14 years ago
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Damn them for telling you so much about it!!
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