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Jul. 26th, 2002 11:23 pmMy hurt inside is fading
This shit's gone way too far
All this time I've been waiting
Oh I cannot breathe anymore
-- Korn
Good Lord, I feel human. The last 36 hours or so have been the wonderful, crystalline perfection of absence of pain after pain. I'm still occasionally sore. My gums and cheeks don't feel right yet. I wake myself up when I shift the wrong way. But I'm going hours at a time more-or-less pain-free, which is an improvement so profound, it makes me virtually leap for joy and click my heels.
I've been sleeping 12 hours a night for almost a week, healing as only sleep can provide. This morning I woke after 8 hours, and couldn't sleep any more. My doc said swelling and pain would ease off after 6 days. On day 5, I still couldn't believe that, but he was bang-on right. Score one for modern medicine.
I've been working back up to food again. Last night, a meatloaf at my favorite haunt, Angus beef, American Bison, and a bit of sausage, with some mashed potatoes and gravy. Heaven. Today, South African Cape Capensis (fish), in a red chile curry sauce. Soft foods, but wonderfully prepared. It beats Campbells any day.
There's been this dark-eyed, blonde-haired South African that I've seen at this restaurant a few times. I talked with her for a wee bit tonight, for the first time. I love South African accents, I'm not sure why. It's a combination of UK english, mixed with a germanic-dutch, spiced with the lilting music of Africa itself. I am distantly South African on my father's mother's side, perhaps it's some genetic memory.
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Boston Sunday night, through Wednesday. An encore of what should have been this week, but teeth and sinuses preventing air travel. I had a follow-up with the doc this afternoon, and he cleared me for travel. Client #1 pounced before the pronouncement had even left the doc's lips.
This shit's gone way too far
All this time I've been waiting
Oh I cannot breathe anymore
-- Korn
Good Lord, I feel human. The last 36 hours or so have been the wonderful, crystalline perfection of absence of pain after pain. I'm still occasionally sore. My gums and cheeks don't feel right yet. I wake myself up when I shift the wrong way. But I'm going hours at a time more-or-less pain-free, which is an improvement so profound, it makes me virtually leap for joy and click my heels.
I've been sleeping 12 hours a night for almost a week, healing as only sleep can provide. This morning I woke after 8 hours, and couldn't sleep any more. My doc said swelling and pain would ease off after 6 days. On day 5, I still couldn't believe that, but he was bang-on right. Score one for modern medicine.
I've been working back up to food again. Last night, a meatloaf at my favorite haunt, Angus beef, American Bison, and a bit of sausage, with some mashed potatoes and gravy. Heaven. Today, South African Cape Capensis (fish), in a red chile curry sauce. Soft foods, but wonderfully prepared. It beats Campbells any day.
There's been this dark-eyed, blonde-haired South African that I've seen at this restaurant a few times. I talked with her for a wee bit tonight, for the first time. I love South African accents, I'm not sure why. It's a combination of UK english, mixed with a germanic-dutch, spiced with the lilting music of Africa itself. I am distantly South African on my father's mother's side, perhaps it's some genetic memory.
--
Boston Sunday night, through Wednesday. An encore of what should have been this week, but teeth and sinuses preventing air travel. I had a follow-up with the doc this afternoon, and he cleared me for travel. Client #1 pounced before the pronouncement had even left the doc's lips.
