Two straight days of one painkiller each day. Not bad. Took off the dressing yesterday and the dude was bruised like Rocky came over with Mr. T and gangbanged my ankle. The stitches were sexy, though.
However, I lost to my ankle yesterday because I accidentally beared weight on it. Long story short, I was too excited when the Jap food delivery came that I thought everything was ok, and I jumped out of bed with both feet. Not pleasant.
Score so far: Me 2, Ankle 2. Yesterday he won, today's my day, so far.
This is horrible, can't even get to do productive things. When I get back on my feet, get ready for Albert 2.0
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