After what seems to be 4 weeks of posting, I've slowly going into the acceptance phase of orthopedics. The denial, anger, and bargaining has long passed. So, here, pictures speaks for themselves.
The beds with frames. Somehow the iron look does not bode well with me.
When I Am Old, I
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when i am old, i will look back at the ice and the mines, and wonder, what
was it about the day? what was on his mind? why did he help me look for my
phone...
4 years ago
my arm!! sobz...=) *sigh...i'm also not too interested in broken bones and infected wounds...=S