It was really good to get out into the world and to be useful and pretend like nothing happened and I was still in my shell of general human mode of ignoring that any day could be my last.
One interesting thing is that I feel like a teenager again.
Well, at least I was as sore and tired as I used to be after triple sessions of volleyball with Mr C slamming as many spikes as possible into my glasses (why I was able to talk my parents into contacts!).
I can't quite type yet, fluidly. But close.
It doesn't look bad - but if I'd taken a better comparison picture you could see how amazingly swollen it is.
Do you know how hard it is to balance to get a picture of the back of your knee with your non-dominant hand? I just about fell on my nose.
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