Well, as I suspected, the last two days have been normal; apart from the odd “it’s your birthday” from my partner.
Monday, however, I did get my stitches out…
Why did I show you my chin? Because I love you, that’s why.
It looks pretty good now.
I also seem to have gotten something else when I went to the doctors surgery…
I wake almost every morning with a stuffy nose, but this morning I was thinking, this is a different kind of stuffy…
Now I’m laying in bed thinking true cold-suffering thoughts, such as:
No one has ever suffered more than I!
I can’t help but let my mind wander back to my childhood days, when I would receive the royal treatment from my parents every time I was sick.
Then, it occurs to me that it’s sort of sad if some of my warmest memories as a child were when I was ill. I guess that’s the price you pay for owning a terribly weird but totally loveable body.
The light is hurting my delicate eyes, so I’ll bid you all a good night. Here’s hoping I wake up on the right side of health.