Post-op appointment this morning. My doctor changed the bandages wrapped all over the outside of my foot but didn't touch the surgical tape over the actual incision. I took a picture, of course (edit: for upload tonight). My feet don't look very pretty. They're orange, wrinkled, and a little bit bruised. They are also starting to smell like feet. Wow did it ever feel good to have clean cotton wrapped around them! I got clean booties, too, and what's more, I got permission to WASH the booties! Oh heaven!
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From metatarsals to the heels, I'll solve pain economical. ...ly.
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I'm not tempted to write a song about George W.Bush. I couldn't figure out what sort of song I would write. That's the problem: I don't want to satirise George Bush and his puppeteers, I want to vaporise them. (http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2003/02/28/1046407753895.html)
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[1] who i discovered thanks to his cd having a review by tom lehrer on the back
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And wrap them up in bandages, and shy away from wetting them
And educate my friendslist in a proper sense of wariness
By posting loads of pictures of astounding sanguinariness
(sorry - long day :))
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