Today, I’m trying to psych myself up for my first self-injection. I’m no shot-sissy, I say. My thighs ought to be good for something other than cat laps. Blood, amputations, scrapes and wounds are interesting especially if they’re yours. Others may faint, not me. But I did stay in bed until 9 a.m. reading, talking on the phone, checking fb. Finally showered. Am considering long involved post on the resurrection of bodies, aging with grace, restoration and blah, blah, blah. I know I’m dodging a train when organizing iPhoto sounds not only necessary, but appealing.
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