Man that looks unpleasant. This is one of these illnesses you don't want to catch but then if you have you are relieved. I hope everything works out.
Today: More hell, gotta do the kitchen. The husband allowed me to
throw out a MEASELY 5 things from the kitchen, and it WAS gonna be six. One of them was a plastic spatula. I was like, "You JUST bought this lovely, new, plastic spatula that is the SAME thing." He was like, "This one is wider for pancakes." I was like, "

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You see what I have to deal with? I'm not even packing stuff UP yet, like just sort of shoving it in boxes to see how much space it will consume. We have like EIGHT cast iron pans (granted they are cool) but like, he would NOT allow me to get rid of a single one of them. We have the gigantor one all the way down to the tiny one. I barely even asked I was like, "You are gonna make me keep all these right?" They are the equivalent of the heaviest Russian nesting dolls ever.
Anna