Cool: being published
Cooler: being published while using the phrase "I found my salvation in a toaster."
Non-fiction, of course.
I am continually amazed at how hard it is to convince people to take free money. I mean, I understand that a certain skepticism is healthy, that in fact if you simply knee-jerk reject any good-sounding offer then you are less likely to get conned in life. Fine, but you also miss out on some decidedly nice little opportunities if you don't at least think before rejecting. I've got like, $500 in free money and a free xbox either in my hand or on the way, and the whole thing took about 6 hours spread across a couple otherwise uneventful evenings.
In a paragraph then, the deal is: online casinos are in a state of cutthroat competition for eyeballs, so they offer huge bonuses, like $200 bonus when you deposit $200. The catch is that you are forced to play a certain amount of casino gaming to "unlock" the bonus, and while casino games are normally a no-brainer money-loser, this is not the case when you're playing with $200 of their money. Indeed, if you play optimal blackjack (for which a chart is freely available), you stand to complete the requirements and cash out your original $200, plus somewhere between $120-$250 in bonus, depending on how your cards came down. Even more, I've offered to guarantee people their original $200 when they sign up through me since I get an affiliate kickback -- so there is officially zero risk, and about 3 hours invested, and STILL it's like pulling teeth to convince friends to take free money.
Very very strange, I tells ya. If anyone wants free money, email me or reply and I'll happily send deets, the whole situation is just so odd.
We're back and everything's fine -- here's a minor-edit version of the note I sent the family when we got back.
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So we are back home and Amy is resting in bed.
Dr. Pham came out to talk to me just after 10 to say that everything went as planned and Amy is now exactly one gallbladder lighter. No complications, laparascopic, hoorah. You can't visit recovery at Peel Memorial/William Osler so I was told it would be an hour before she was wheeled into the day surgery beds. In actual fact, an hour become 3 because day surgery was backed up and because they weren't in any particular rush to boot people out the door anyhow.
They paged me just before 1 to come see her, and she was already awake, though pretty sleepy. She was not foggy or anything though, she was aware and everything, just tired. Them Lush/Nightingale women can handle their general anesthetic! The nurses wrote up her paperwork, kept her on IV fluids to get her blood volume back up, and basically just waited until her blood pressure was back to normal and her dizzyness went away -- both of which, I was repeatedly assured, are perfectly normal side effects from her surgery.
She's a trooper -- walked up the stairs at home all by her lonesome, got in the door, and found gift baskets from family -- sneaky! She's opened those in bed and is now alternating between napping and grape juice. She sends her thanks to everyone and says she'll talk to you herself once she's slept off a little more of the anesthetic. Doc says she should be back on solid food tomorrow and she reports that her stomach feels fine, stability-wise so it's pizza and chicken wings for breakfast tomorrow (kidding. Honestly people, what do you think of me? :)
Hope the suspense didn't damage anyone, and thanks everyone for their kind words and thoughts.
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