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After nearly 4 years you may have figured out that I'm interested in what you're up to, so that could be why you're telling me. One can only hope. I finished watching Rubicon, a sort of mystery suspense show about intelligence analysts and now I'm on the The Lying Game, a novel exercise of 25 to 30+ year olds portraying high school students. It's standard US style casting and it's very strange to watch. This revelation should provide the proverbial bullet to the brain of any reputation I may have enjoyed here, but what the hell, we all have our little quirks.

Please consult and obey your doctor, my dear. I don't know about what your condition entails but imagining you in a wheelchair is not my idea of fun and I worry about you exercising right now. You already know you can get strong so what's the big deal about taking care of an injury? It requires a different kind of strength but I know you have tons of it. (Metaphorical tons, OK?) I wrecked my left knee and I'm treating it with TV therapy right now. Love you, sweetie! ♥

You raise an important point, and while you will always care about your friends, you needn't agree with every decision. I think we both have concerns about how it will play out but we hope for a happy result. There's no conflict because we do hope that she's right and our trepidation turns out to be unjustified. Those are feelings you don't need to hide because there is no judgment or malice involved. Every time someone rejects my suggestions I hope I'm wrong. Ah, the joys of not constantly evaluating one's own worth; it's a lovely thing.