The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Just stop screwing around would you?

Finally getting over the pain of the massage, the benefits are there, but maybe I need to do a shiatsu instead next time. Twelve hours scrubbed in, on my feet, exacerbated by an anesthesiology attending who can't ask a simple question of a (reasonable) surgeon, not a help.

Gods, what I wouldn't give for a healthy back.

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