I’m dictating to my beloved because I’m no longer allowed to sit up. My last attempt at such a radical maneuver resulted in my blood pressure plummeting and the world fading rapidly away.
So I lay here like a slab of meat and wonder if this birthday will be the 12th instead of the 11th after all.
I’m sorry my humor has seemed to evaporate. As Anne of Green Gables said, fainting is not the romantic experience that books lead you to believe.
Thank you again for your prayers.
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