Re: OT Yo Cheri
- From: Sleepyman <don't@xxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2008 19:46:08 -0400
On Wed, 16 Jul 2008 16:41:15 -0700, "Julie Bove" <juliebove@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
"Sleepyman" <don't@xxxxxxxxxx> wrote in message
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On Tue, 8 Jul 2008 20:05:44 -0700, "Cheri" <gserviceatinreachdotcom>
wrote:
You really don't want to know details. Suffice it to say, I had 11
Sleepyman wrote in message ...
Hi Cheri,don't
I have something I need to send you, but I mistakenly deleted yours,
and a few others e-mails, and home addresses from my files. I think I
have my myway.com addy working correctly so give it a bid. I f I
hear from you soon, I will post another e-mail addy. Hope all iswell.
Sleepy
Things are good with me. I did just email you with my address and
email. Take care, and let me know how the surgery went. I know you
said it was pretty bad, and I want details. If you don't get my email,
let me know, otherwise my email is gserviceatinreachdotcom with the
obvious changes. :-)
Cheri
incisions.
Laparoscopic thank goodness. Multiple hernias. My small intestine had
attached
itself to one of them and was being sucked through to my abdomen. That's
probably more info than you or anybody else wants to hear. So now I have
my scar
from when they gutted me six years ago, plus my set of eleven little
scars from
this surgery. I'll never wear a bathing suit again, unless those old suits
from
the 1880's come back into style....
Eesh! That doesn't sound like much fun.
Well there were a couple of things I would have preferred doing methinks.
Sleepy
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