The meth-like lesions have faded to blotchy complexion inconsistencies — except for the one on my right cheek, which I swear started out as a bug bite and now looks like I smudged food on my face. I’m mending, but I need to heal.
It was yet another beautiful peach and rose sunset over the Rocky Mountains and I again refused to take a photo to post on Facebook. I made a mental picture in my head and that was quite enough.
I sat outside until 8:30 with a bag of frozen peas draped over a hand towel plastered across my left knee. I’ve been doing too much, I know, and it has started to take its toll. My right elbow is toast and my left knee is mush. But what other choice do I have? Better my elbow and knee than my hip, which is doing fabulous, and if I need to I’ll wrap at least the knee tomorrow morning and every morning until my life gets to a place where I can begin to heal.
Healing will take time, time away from all of this. It won’t start until the spring, but I can hold on, I swear I can. I can wait.
At Least They're Committed 
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