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Perhaps I was able to sleep more deeply last night than I had since going under the morcellator. Maybe it was the Vicodin eking its way out of my system. It could be the deep belly laughs I had yesterday and the day before with
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mechanchaos. I'm inclined to believe all of the above and more.Today I feel like I've been shoved in a sack and beaten with hefty ash staves by aspiring thugs, in addition to the dizzies, the shakiness, and the woobliness.
