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Wouldn’t want to bore you with me ranting and raving about the unending water hassle that we are experiencing, so will move on from here.

Spoke with a lady earlier today, poor thing had a mastectomy a couple of months ago on one breast to eradicate all traces of the cancer cells. Now she seems to be plagued with eczema as well and her leg is rather bad. Really hope that she gets back on her feet and back to her normal self. Get well soon!

My rather close friend has moved to another city and I so miss her. We used to chat practically every day on the phone - land line mind you coz she just hates the cell and doesn’t like to chat online as well. Miss you!

Have been advised to take a break from the computer with carpel tunnel syndrome rearing its attack yet again. Just when we think we have a good thing going other tunnel appears. Pah! However, under the advice of a wise and learned relative have been attending to this irritation with Epsom salts, warming up the inflamed area and it seems to be letting up. Good or what?

The neighbor’s dog is kinda letting up with the incessant barking and you guessed it, peace and quiet. Here’s hoping it’s gonna be this way for some time now! One can live in hope, yeah?

Comments

panipuri said…
barking dogs seldom bite, or maybe they let up cos they go thru the carpel tunnel!!!

bow!! WOW!!?
Kaushik Khaund said…
Hey Yasmin, that was quite an interesting news decathlon! From water crisis to sobering down of someone's hormones (the neighbour or the dog's).
Keep writing is all I will say. I enjoyed this. Cheers!K

P.S. Carpal Tunnel Syndrome - only cure is - put your hands to more than only one use!!
P.P.S. I thought Epson made printers - among other things - so can't be very sure!
Hi Kaushik, Thanks for your comments on the articles. Epsom salts are good for treating minor sprains and bruises among other ailments. Was not referring to the Epson printer, just Epsom salts aka magnesium sulfate in the article. Hope this clarifies? :-)

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