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    December 27, 2006



    I like the new look, but it makes me cold.


    Love the new look but I'm not quite ready to accept that Christmas is over for another year. I expect a full 12 days worth dammit!

    I'm sorry you're having to lose the end of your thumb. I don't know what sort of issues that's likely to cause you (other than the obvious ones around pain etc.) but I hope it's something you can do without fairly happily. You're going to have to develop a story around it though. Something about a moose attack might be good. Or sharks. Sharks are good.

    Anyway, good luck tomorrow (today in my time zone) and we'll be thinking of you.


    Stumpy just stumbled downstairs with a migraine and saw I was on the PC so she asked after you. I told her about tomorrow and her first words were "oh no, will he be able to write still?"! (I reassured her that you would definitely keep writing.) She also thinks you probably weren't very polite when your accident first happened... ;)


    Oh, Nilbo, sorry about losing the end of your thumb!! You're right, though, there are certainly other appendages that would be more tragic to, er, have amputated. Anyway, I agree with Platy: this should be good for at least a few sizzling blog stories. Maybe the Canadian chain saw murderer, and how you almost lost your life instead of the tip of your thumb. You like?

    Love the new winter blog colors and banner, although I agree with Allie: makes me shiver a bit.

    Sending good healing vibes your way :-)))


    Best of luck with the thumb. I'm sure there are worse things, but bottom line is that whatever is happening to you, at this moment, well, that is the worst. Gee, if you'd told us the time we could all groan in unison with you, but you'll have to settle for randomly spaced "tsk, tsk" covering our thoughts of, "Whew, I'm so glad it's not me!"

    Hoping your healing is speedy and as free of discomfort as possible.


    Oh no! Gah... I'll have to say, having that dead bit lopped off is probably a better thing that carrying it around with you for the rest of your life.

    Here's my advice, though. Be sure to put an 'x' on the thumb that needs the lopping off. You don't want them to make a mistake and lop off the wrong appendage!

    Also, get the prescription, fill the prescription -- get the pain medication and stay on it for a full 24 hours AT LEAST. Take them at the prescribed time, even if you don't think you need them! Stay ahead of the pain.

    And whatever you do, DON'T LOOK when they're lopping off your thumb. Seriously, I'm betting that's pretty gross business.

    Oh! Be sure to ask them if you'll still be able to play the piano when they're done. Don't ask them while they're lopping... they might be laughing too hard to concentrate on what they're doing.

    Ok, ok, ok... I'm being light-hearted about some of this, but in all seriousness -- I really hope it goes well tomorrow. I'll be thinking of you.


    Good luck, dear Nils. I hope the good doctor gives you an adult dose of "the hard stuff" as well as a little take-home container of it for later. If I thought I'd get a drunk/drugged dialing out of the ordeal, I'd give you my phone number. Having you high on painkillers would make an excellent and highly entertaining phone conversation and I mean that in the nicest possible way.

    Sara Sue

    I love the new look!

    Hope everything comes off smashingly! (sorry, couldn't help it poking fun)

    Can they give you some sort of augmentation or with you be tipless??


    I am sorry to hear about the thumb. I hope the surgery goes well.


    It occurs to me that I might have given a somewhat melodramatic view of what's to happen. I won't lose the entire thumb - just the tip, from about the half-way mark on the nail and up. I expect it'll be gross to watch - but that probably won't stop me from morbidly observing the festivities. And I expect that afterwards there will be some pain - how can there not be?

    When I was a kid, and my dad used to have to perform operations like tweezing out a splinter, and I'd be wailing and crying, he would say "Think of your books about the Civil War, about Gettysburg and Antietam, when surgeons would have to take off a soldier's leg and the only thing they could give him was a bullet to bite down on. And quit with the howling."

    Good advice. I'm gonna take it now. So, what will happen will happen and I'll be just fine.

    But I appreciate your concern. I can feel the love.

    Anybody got something I can bite down on?


    So, we're back from the hospital and I must say I'm sorely disappointed. You can ask Dad why. Oh, and ask him if was polite to the doctor.

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