Update:
No more ops on the arm
I've just re-read the entire thread.
The memories that comes rushing back (albeit a tad meds tainted) still brings the dripdropsâ„¢
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Update:
No more ops on the arm
I've just re-read the entire thread.
The memories that comes rushing back (albeit a tad meds tainted) still brings the dripdropsâ„¢
.
how many bloody ops did you have to go through???
Well, technically, three.
The initial one, on the day of the accident, was to try and save it by keeping the different bits seperated and grouped together, I suppose.
The second one, shortly after, to do some prep work for the biggie (as I understand it).
The third one to insert various bits of metal and screw the whole lot together.
This one was touch and go as it seemed that is was not that successful, after all. But then, with a bit of devine intervention, it all worked out![]()
Voicy, when you stare at the mess I was staring at (smashed arm, bits of bone sticking out everywhere), you switch off and engage in rational thoughts.
Who the hell can fix that?
Luckily it's my left arm.
I hope robotics are at an advanced stage.
How am I going to wipe my butt now?
Then, when it's over, you are glad![]()
So you write with your right hand and wipe your butt with your left hand?
How is Dixie faring?
I have it on good authority that she is faring well![]()
Good, tell her to get better... so she can visit us in JHB![]()
I passed on your message, she just passed water![]()
why are you talking to yourslf
You obviously don't know our Dixie yet.![]()