Only one treatment left of the dreadful T/H. Apart from some more daytime-TV torture, everything went smoothly. We've come a very long way indeed. But there's always room for a first, yes? So here it is. Nausea. Hitherto not experienced in the T/H course, but now on week eleven, yeah, it's here a little bit. Becca's looking for some crackers now. Strange we would reach some kind of nausea tipping point this late in the game, but there you have it.
The next comment needs to be well set apart from the previous paragraph, so I have to come up with something random to distract you. Here is a list of J words that I will type as they pop into my head. Jungle. Jugular. Jingle. Jabber. Job. Jardstown. Jaba. Jail. Jolo, Jay. Jake. Jewel. Jake. Japan. Jalapeno.
Ok hopefully you have puzzled enough through that randomness to cleanse your mental palate. Siobhan should open a vegetarian restaurant here in Medfield. Her food is really that good. Really good couscous, this spinach-based pad-thai type of thing, and these mediterranean carrots. All fantastic, and I don't even know the actual names of the dishes. We told Siobhan to let her inner veggie go wild for this one, and the result is a unqualified success.
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