Getting Tired
A good day, yes indeed, but it ended in tired. Tired, tired, tired. Hi, ho. Older we go. Better have another drink, finish watching the news - Iraq doesn't seem to be going particularly well - and crawl into bed.
The swelling is receding, still a lump of gristle like stuff under the scar, but it's shrinking and the scar is beginning to blend into the background (with its fellow scars). Any more of these operations and I'll be able to play tic tac toe on my own body. They put in some sort of mesh for reinforcement. Gristle like mesh I guess. The body, however, seems to be adapting. So, the soreness ls now succumbing to the occasional Tylenol, the left leg is no longer dragging, a spring has entered the step and my attitude may soon rise to the level of nauseating.
How did your day go? My day went pretty well, except for getting tired.
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