... went POP again.
He's okay, it's re-inflated, they're planning surgery, he's not in much pain, the babies are taken care of...
but I guess I'm going home for Easter.
Because I need to see him
and poke him for myself to make sure he's still alive. And then beat him up for not quitting smoking when he said he would. And then hug him but not too hard lest he burst something else important.
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Hang in there, Jo Biv.
I miss u. :(
But great to see you back and blogging! :)
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