Thursday, March 03, 2016

Thanks, injury

I woke from a nightmare to roiling gut pain. But I pushed through to keep an appointment.

Then, just before the appointment, I shat myself. It was green mostly liquid that didn't seep through but I still had to deal with the ignominy of being a 40+-year-old man who soiled himself and with the mechanics of stall-bound removal of undies, cleaning up then continuing on to the appointment whilst going commando.

I finally got home, had a shower and munged pain meds. So it's another day lost to injury and another day of pain.

But this is just now; it's not forever. My mind will heal and so will my body.

WFTW.

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