We’re not counting our post-op chickens…

… Looking at her you really wouldn’t think she’d been through anything outside of toddler everyday’ness… there’s no bandages, no patches, no bruising or scabbing or nasty pussy stuff that one would think would accompany having ones ocular muscles snipped and stitched and fiddled with for 90 minutes under general aneasthetic.

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Houston, we have a diagnosis…

How do I feel about it? About as enthusiastic as a newly minted Michelin-star chef feels about a week-old garage pie.

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