Yesterday I ran some errands and wound up far more pooped than expected and so I didn't write a post. I also did some work and tried to end an argument my father's been trying to provoke me into having with him. And I learned that a dear friend of mine from college is very pregnant and has breast cancer.
Sure makes my chapped ass seem inconsequential.
My recovery is going well, though. I was taken by surprise at how tired driving to school and back made me, but the wound itself seems to be doing well. I guess I need to take it easier than I had hoped. Even though the wound is healing well, my body has still suffered a trauma. I've also gone from being at least moderately active to not active at all.
I still can't shower because the tube entry point hasn't scabbed over, but one more day shouldn't kill me. Still, I can't wait to take a shower.
I'm going to lie down again.
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