I just got off the phone with Pambo's husband. She is out of surgery and in the recovery room. It will probably be an hour before he gets to see her. Apparently the doctor had a little trouble getting the needle to go exactly where he wanted it, but did manage to get the job done. He says he will call me back later when he knows more about how she is feeling.
I can't imagine I'd be all extra happy if someone stuck a big ol' needle in my cheek and inflated a balloon in a hole in my skull... but that's just me.
-- Edited by Mad Mema at 15:06, 2006-06-06
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That which does not kill me postpones the inevitable.