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se mo | That sound familiar. A month ago on Friday night I went for a run. (4 miles). I felt great. Saturday morning I ate breakfast and thought I didn't settle. I went to the shop to wok for a couple hours then went to the house to lay down. After a hr I went back to to the shop for another hr. (I didn't want to waste a saturday.) At noon I came in the house and told the wife I was going to the hospital. Walked in at 2 pm. Operated on at 5 and walked out the door Sunday morning at 11. I am 37 and have never been admitted to the hospital before so I know how u feel. Glad to hear your ok. | |
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There's a first time for everythig
