Find myself signing up for writing course, yogic in-service training and heaven knows what else, bugger the expense. Lord, I'm feeble-bodied. Even my arms sag limply on the keyboard. Stamina will return, clearly its on holiday, with my sense of responsibility; may they be very happy together. .
The old shed returns briefly; I did love it.
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Have agreed with Nursey to selectively ignore UCLH nurse's advice for now (perhaps ideal for the more gung-ho of her patients) that I could strip off the dressing, pull out my own packing, "give it all a good whoosh with the shower head", shake out any water that would inevitably pool in yawning crevasse, and then totter off to Nursey to have it redressed. I can handle sealed up scar tissue, but playing around with my own open wounds, no thank you.
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