Amazing how you gan get into more pain as you heal; the ribs arestitching into bigger plates and the latter are moving tectonically, and so I’ve been swearing a lot of late. Comfort is improving, but the gaps between comfort are getting worse.
Diclofenac is currently my best friend, though it combined with the food and being horizontal makes me smell like a skunk.
We’re pencilling a return-home date of saturday, to be confirmed.
Pussycats!
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