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minor surgery tomorrow (Friday) at 8am for my hernia. Don't like hospitals. Not really looking forward to a foreign hospital. But it is very small surgery. Just one night in the hospital. Gonna spend the last of my savings for the surgery. But hernia keeps getting bigger and interferes with beer drinking and sex. Plus could explode with backed-up shit. And in extreme cases just plain die. So I will do it.

Not looking to spending 24 hours in a Polish clinic/hospital, but I will bring a book. Lots of time to think I guess.

Saturday will be a relief.

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Anonymous said…
I hope you are better!

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