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Today was the first day since my guts were blown up where I was able to accomplish my entire personal hygiene checklist, including reach my feet well enough to clip my toenails. I'm stoked. I mean, yes, it will go away again after my next surgery, I'm sure, but I'm basking in my shiny self and much less worried I'll have to find a pedicure salon so SOMEONE can reach my feet. I'm going to make some coffee now to see if I can avoid a nap from exhaustion.
pipe up any time....
