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July 3rd, 2009When does the swelling go down? I feel like the Michelin Man, or the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man. Either way, it ain’t good. I thought this was going to be a walk in the park and it is, a lovely cemetery that’s filled with ghosts at midnight. Snort. I went to a book store last night for a magazine to read. By the time I was done, I wanted a nap. Doctor Hing does not have to worry about me doing too much, too soon. Believe me. I was asked if I should not feel better by now. Fortunately, I have a bunch of friends who have had this and they all say week three is the worst. You’re out of pain meds, feel like a squishy ball and it still hurts and you wonder if it’s worth it? By week four you’re wondering why you were worried week three. Maybe I will nap the week away, No? Kids? Rats.
Thank God I’ve got an excuse not to haul my butt to the fireworks this year. We usually take some of the boys and go with my sisters in law. It’s actually fun, but makes for a late night. Herne and JJ can’t go, cause they can’t handle the booming. It really upsets them. So we’ll stick to the Manchester Parade this week and the fair and Grandpa will take them to that.
Heal I say!!!! That and have a decent week of T.V. Okay, you can’t ask for everything ![]()


