Raz is back here after his hand surgery and finger-pinning. He told me that he’d forget what we did for the first few hours after his waking from general anaesthesia, but I declined the opportunity to take photos of him in comprimising positions. I just propped him up by some psy-trance (thanks navi_cat) and left him to drool on himself.
My mother is recovering in the UK from her surgery yesterday. I haven’t managed to talk to her yet, as she’s been dozing.
It took me 3 hours to get from Mary’s to CPHQ by bus and taxi this morning. One day I’ll get better at asking for help.
It’s all rather draining. I have an overwhelming desire to go boxing, but I think I’ll stay and guard Raz and his arm-cheese (yellow foam block with holes in to support his arm). Feel free to send chicken soup and grapes.