Thursday, March 12, 2009
Time Starved
Tomorrow I'm going to see my back doctor at 3.00 in the afternoon and chances are he's likely to admit me to hospital with a view to carving me up at some point in the near future. I'm now rushing against time to get the one million and one things done which must be done before then in order for me to keep my sanity. Blimey, it's non-stop!
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Blimey, you had better stop... if not a full-stop, at least a semi-colon (for that you might have to see a gastroenterologist). Better than dashing around into a coma...
If it isn't too much trouble, could you email me your cellphone number?
It was as pretty close to a full-stop as you go, in the nicest possible sense. Thanks for wise advice and apologies for tardy reply.
Oh Mad One, no trouble to mail number, if I was sure of your id. But in the occasionally shadowy, if not occluded, web we weave, and given my aging incapacity for being all that sure of anything, can I vaguely check? Is this AT of fond memory?
Hey, me too, if that's OK with you and won't compromise your situation too much? *grin*
Through the path of madness, maybe?
Would love to send handphone number to you guys, but to which numbers?? Technology is, as usual, baffling me. Am I missing something very obvious here? Solutions please?
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