Reader, I'm only slightly panicking. My incision is swollen pretty badly. I look like I'm smuggling a small balloon. Ouch
I'm able to move and not die so I'm hoping this is supposed to happen. As I hate doctors offices and hospitals. I am going to pop an amoxicillin or two and keep up appearances.
Saturday I have to avoid people except when I call for them. There's park and a haunted house my family will be working on, and I can't go for obvious reasons.
I'm healing and healing means not hiding away anymore. I have too much inside to rot again.
Those unhealed bits inside are just flesh and bone. The healed part is x. Other.
I'm a little out of it from pain medicine so that may not make sense.
Inside lives a multitude of Mes. Ready to meet and ready to talk. Maybe meeting here is not the best idea I've had lol
I feel off. Like unbalanced. It could be the meds too. Or could be any number of things.
Will see what the day brings
S
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