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This week has been hard… Work is slow, but I still have to be here. There are things I could be doing - right now, in fact - but I don’t feel it. I want to go home, I want to work in my yard and make it the beautiful thing I know it can be.
I’m getting a nose job. It’s true. Years without being able to breathe properly have taken their toll - too many brain cells have died from malnourishment. I consider the procedure a sort of dirge in their honor. My face will be cracked open on December 18 - recovery will be about 3 weeks, with swelling to last for some time thereafter.
I’m shivering. Wearing a co-workers big black sweater. It’s freezing in the office today.
Sometimes I can look at my hands and see my thin fingers extending until the tips merge with the atmosphere.
I’m getting a nose job. It’s true. Years without being able to breathe properly have taken their toll - too many brain cells have died from malnourishment. I consider the procedure a sort of dirge in their honor. My face will be cracked open on December 18 - recovery will be about 3 weeks, with swelling to last for some time thereafter.
I’m shivering. Wearing a co-workers big black sweater. It’s freezing in the office today.
Sometimes I can look at my hands and see my thin fingers extending until the tips merge with the atmosphere.