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I need to write something about last Friday’s play (I just loved frau Kaunanheimo!: "Jospa vielä tuikkaan tikarilla tuota keskiluokkaisuutta!") and subsequent Turku Book Fair (a BIG Thank You to LIKE for the tickets to the latter and to Bald-and-Sexy-Guy for the first), but I’m afraid I’m not up to it.

As I may have said some time ago (too tired to check), this Monday I had an operation. A small one but I do like the reaction a word like "operation" – tai oikeastaan "leikkaus" – receives. Nothing major, they just "wanted" to remove my trusty veinal gate (laskimoportti). Now I have a fairly largeish scar on my chest and I feel drained. And, yes, it does hurt a bit. Makes sleeping somewhat difficult, not to mention noisy for Sari, as I have to stay on my back. Snore City! And I’m really looking for tomorrow and shower.

It itches and burns. I feel it every time I take a deep breath. Or bend down to give Myy a doggiechockie. Or when I try to type. I louch in front of Mr. Sanders and thus inadvertantly push my mighty chest muscles closer to each others, causing a small amount of bodily harm to myself, not to mention pain.

So, just a short notice here for now. More later.

And yes, I did ask for the gate. It’s very nice looking and a future broach/pendant of mine. Not that I wear those, but this is somewhat of a conversation piece, methinks.

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