By the way, if anybody saw my post from yesterday and wished my niece well, thank you kindly. You're so kind. You'd be thankful to know that my niece, despite not being comfortable returning to her job the rest of the week, is recovering the best she can. She is bedridden in her parents' spare, who've been lovely enough to support her with ice and Tylenol. She'll be getting an MRI this afternoon according to her father, and, although there's been talk that she may be needing either crutches or a brace before she returns to work, she has been safe at home, relaxing, enjoying homemade stew from I recipe I sent her mother (it's one of my favourites, beef stew with mash and leeks. One of my go-to comforts.), and, when she's not sleeping as much as I wish I could, she's been updating me with every lively detail of Siesta Key. I'm grateful to hear every word of it, though, if it means my dearest niece is healing. She's like a kid sister to me because we're actually not too far apart in age. She was one of my first friends and we're with each other every step of the way even now. I'm so grateful to essentially have not one, but two very supportive family systems (my own parents and my niece's immediates). Call me privileged, but I couldn't be happier. They've taught me all I know of love and I love all of them more than anything.
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