Paper or Plastic? I’ll take metal.
I’m headed in for a procedure this morning; should pretty much wipe me out for the day. My gastroenterologist wants to replace the plastic stint in my bile duct with a metal one because I’m still jaundiced. He looked into my eyes and said “You’re still yellow.” I wonder if I should tell him that I have Asian ancestry? Probably irrelevant.
Still in good spirits though there are those days (usually between 3am and 4am) when I have to remember that while Joy is a deep reservoir, it sometimes requires that I be on my knees to drink of it.