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[snerd]

He said I had posting rights.

 

[snerd]

Geez you're frankenstein'd together aren't you!

Good thing the "outside" is so pretty!!

 

[limr30 3]

Reminds me of my father. He had three hip replacements.

Yes, you read that right. Three. And no, he didn't have three hips. He had a tumor in his pituitary that caused two main diseases that he had throughout my childhood: diabetes and acromegaly. His bones were growing and the ball of the hip joint got too big for the socket, so he had to get it replaced. First, though, they removed the tumor. No more diabetes and although the acromegaly was halted, the second hip had already gotten bad enough that it eventually needed to be replaced as well. Some years later, the first one was failing and had to get the replacement replaced. I was about 11 or 12 when the first hip was done and the last one was done when I was about 29 or so.

My father was a tough old bastard, though - this was a man who pulled his own tooth out with a pair of pliers - and always got a kick out of setting off metal detectors.