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I appreciate the wanting to circle the wagons to protect a friend. But castigating me in someone else’s journal doesn’t exactly calm the waters. There was an argument. Both parties were hurt and angry. I’m not going to start on about how enraged and upset I was, because frankly, it isn’t a competition about who’s more miserable.

But you if you don’t know me, and you weren’t there, please refrain from judging me or telling me what happened.

Not a good day.

I got little sleep last night, but that’s over now.

Aside from all that, though, my 16-month-old niece, whom I have to admit is really starting to grow on me (snerk!), had surgery today. I know now I didn’t quite get the whole story beforehand: I’d thought the cyst growing in her head was on her browbone: turns out it was slightly lower, and just above her eyesocket. The best opthalmic surgeon in the area operated on her today, and as my mother informed me, the scar will be mostly hidden in "the crease." I asked my mom, who was Information Central today, what that meant, and was somewhat horrified to find it meant the crease of her EYELID. If that isn’t shudder-inducing, I don’t know what is. And it turns out the cyst was bigger and deeper than they thought going in. Thankfully, the doctor says he got it all.

The good news is, of course, that she’s so young, she’ll forget about it all in due time. The bad news is that, I am told, general anesthaesia tends to give babies nightmares. I know what that’s like. I wish I could spare her that.

I’m tired, I’m down, and I’m just generally in a bad mood. There are far too many things to complain about at this second, so rather than start, I shall end.