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¡Se echó un pedo!


Things I’ve learned about abdominal surgery this week: no fart, no food. It’s not often you see a collection of commenters rooting for farts. But there we all were, holding our breaths not from self-preservation, but from anticipation.

And on the seventh day, George farted.

With that, he’s on his way to solid food and a more enjoyable recovery. Congratulations, George! Good to see ye getting better!

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