I wonder if she knows.
Not that I expected anything from her. I didn't. Don't. Hallmark doesn't have a "Sorry You Got Shot, Ex-Boyfriend" aisle.
(It would be way funnier if Mark sent me a card. Because Hallmark definitely doesn't have a "Sorry You Got Shot, Wife's Ex-Boyfriend Who Antagonized Me" aisle.)
I go looking for my calculator, and this is what I get out of the exercise.
I should ask Wilson.
It's coming and going in waves. It was easier before because it was everpresent. Not that constant pain is easy, but I'll gladly take stability over random surprise. Way easier to treat.
My nollie's a little rusty, anyway.