On Wednesday. It's the Big One, I suspect. What I mean is that when I walk out of there, I am going to know what my future is, and that is what is worrying me a bit.
It could well be worrying over nothing, but it may be something. Not knowing which is which is a bitch. But knowing which is which can also be a bitch. You can't win sometimes.
One thing I think I will know is what this surgeon wants to do. When a surgeon wants to do something to you, it tends to concentrate your attention.
Know what I mean?
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