The following is the latest entry in my fatherhood blog, The Adventures of Papa Zesser, posted earlier today, in which I reflected upon pain following a miserable night, even as my Baobao played happily behind me as he wrote; a far cry from the agonized howls that rang through the air 12 hours before!
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Funny thing about my state of mind following my my recent sports injury: I wasn't unhappy or upset about it. Quite the opposite. Sunday afternoon and evening found my smiling and laughing, despite the fact I could barely hobble up or down the stairs and that settling onto the toilet was a task that took me about 75 seconds to perform.
Woke up around 5:00 this morning, feeling a lot of pain. I lay there for a few minutes, staring into the darkness, loath to move but also noting that - since I was awake - my bladder was sending me signals, urging me upright
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