I just called my brother and this was the first time I've gotten thru to him since his surgery.
"Charlie, I've been trying to get a hold of you."
"Hi, Mike, can I call you later? I'm getting sick to my stomach."
"Utrrr, uh, bye."
I don't like to think I make my brother "sick to my stomach" so I'll blaim the "pain meds" and the lingering infections. I think I'll go walk now and enjoy having feet (even if my right toes are sore). So, I won't be home if he calls later...
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