It’s been two weeks since the accident. The pain has waned my once-soaring spirit. The pain hasn’t improved in proportion to my appearance.
I can become an incognito hillbilly by keeping my lips closed. The feeling of the chasm in my mouth is right on the tip of my tongue and cannot be ignored. It is in my face, literally. When I saw the dentist on Wednesday, he had some bleak news for me.
Continue reading “From my fingertips.”It’s been eight days since my accident.
I’ve been basking in the sun and soaking up love. And eating lots of bananas (pureed, of course.)
(As opposed to “The Incident.”)
As the headline is basically the whole article, here’s the inside scoop….
Continue reading “The REAL Incident.”There is currently a shortage of able-bodied folks at work. Yesterday morning, I was asked whether I was dealing with any injuries.
“Well, I burnt my gums last night. A blister formed and then popped. I can’t stop tonguing it.”
Yann gave me a peck on the cheek just before he left for work yesterday. I had to remind him, “I’m not sick.”
It’s been four days since my accident. Physically, I’m doing much better but mentally, I’m either all fogged up from the painkillers, or plainly bummed.
As my right arm got the worst of the impact; I can’t use it for very long before it starts to throb. My full-sleeve is surely camouflaging the severity of the wound. When I pulled off the gauze, there was an imprint of the tattoo on the fabric. I did not know it was possible for ink to leak out a fully-healed tattoo!
If you’re not into mildly gory healing photos, stop here.
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