How odd: I have 30 days ahead of me with no medical appointments. That hasn't been true in a year.
The Burn is impressed with how quickly I am healing. Frankly, I'm a little shocked by it. So much for two weeks getting worse before I start to get better; there's only a slightly-more-than-toonie sized patch of broken skin left on the tata in question. By the end of the month, I should be back to smooth skin all over. Granted, I'm not yet back to my usual fair tone, but that'll come.
With a date with The Dutchman in a month, and another with The Pusher in September, The Burn doesn't want to see me again until March next year. How on earth will I keep myself entertained without someone with a white coat around to supervise? Guess it's time to find out.
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