The paint colour is a peach and pink combined; some might call it salmon, I call it depressing. Seven of us sit in silence. Adorning the walls in frames are posters of tranquil Italian scenes. There is one of an azure coloured motorized scooter and one in front of a cafe that looks inviting......
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I am a closet perfectionist. I know it is hard to tell by my lackadaisical writing style, but I am constantly obsessing about certain things. Not cleaning, because that’s just weird. Other things like the cupboard doors, the clothing hangers and anything hanging on the wall are a constant source of stress if they are......
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Now that Mister is on the mend I had a conversation with our usual physiotherapist. Here is how it went: Therapist: Which vertebrae did Mister break? Me: C6 Therapist: Which part of C6? Me: What do you mean? Therapist: Which part of C6? Was it the twin transverse foramina? Maybe it was the carotid tubercule? Me: Oh, it was......
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