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But first: the breaker that my stove is plugged into tripped in the middle of the night. I'm pretty sure it wasn't in use the other two times it tripped, either. I've called the dealer.
The pre-surgery prep has begun in earnest. I spent yesterday getting a whole bunch of blood drawn and an EKG, and this morning I switched to dandruff shampoo. Yes, really, per the Sculptor's orders. My resting heart rate was even lower than it's been measured before – "half the normal rate", said Dr. Funnyname – but he figures that if I can exercise, which I do, I should be a-OK for getting my face rearranged. Hurrah!
Rather less hurrah is that I can't pluck anything anywhere or get sugared. Shaving only, with a single bladed razor, and not too closely. Haaate. But! See you all August.
The pre-surgery prep has begun in earnest. I spent yesterday getting a whole bunch of blood drawn and an EKG, and this morning I switched to dandruff shampoo. Yes, really, per the Sculptor's orders. My resting heart rate was even lower than it's been measured before – "half the normal rate", said Dr. Funnyname – but he figures that if I can exercise, which I do, I should be a-OK for getting my face rearranged. Hurrah!
Rather less hurrah is that I can't pluck anything anywhere or get sugared. Shaving only, with a single bladed razor, and not too closely. Haaate. But! See you all August.
