Antibiotics? Who needs those?
Antibiotics? Who needs those?
That’s sarcasm, by the way. After a new cat scan showed that my colon was obstructed, I spent a few hours in a morphine-induced haze before getting whisked off into surgery – sometime after midnight, I think. When I woke up, I had a nine inch incision running down the center of my abdomen with 30 staples securing the edges. I don’t remember a lot about the next couple of days except the…
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