and bit by bit I’m getting better. I know, I know; bones take time to knit, and I’m just a couple of weeks into the healing process. But Cliff doesn’t have to wheel me around the house in the wheelchair. As I said the other day, the next step would be when on my own. It’s happening -- I can walk, albeit slowly. The only difficulty, if one could call it that, is that the pain medication makes me sleepy. There I am, sitting the lounge chair reading, when all of a sudden I open my eyes and realize that I have dozed off. At least I can’t complain about lack of sleep.
I took the bandage off of my jaw this morning, and I can’t even see the scar. Cliff had to point it out to me-- it’s just under my chin. And now I can shave my whole face.
A person who has stopped growing at both ends
and is now growing in the middle.
A place where women curl up and dye.
The only animals you eat before they are born and after they are dead.
A body that keeps minutes and wastes hours.