July 5, 2006
Growing up, I used to frequently be mistaken for my Mum when I answered the phone. The women who attended my mum's exercise classes would call and as soon as they heard my voice would launch into long and detailed explanations of precisely what had happened to Doris and why she wouldn't be attending this […]
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July 4, 2006
I have taken my last antibiotic pill today, which means that in 72 hours, I am free to once again get suitably inebriated, should I wish to. The tooth has calmed right down, with now just a little stiffness in my jaw, and no real significant pain. The side-effects of the antibiotic, metronidazole, included dry […]
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