Day 4: woke up with some lingering pain but not too much. Got my dressing changed. Apparently they used dissolvable stitches so no removing of STO for meeee (: Headed down to the physio. She used some electrical transmission thingy on my thighs to wake up the quads haha funny feeling there. Some more static stuffs and HOORAAAAYY I can (must) do planks. I feel less useless now.
Got home and hurraayyyee the soccer girls popped by with dinner (: so nice to have company hehe.
Also baby talk when nephews appear. Can’t imagine us with kids but I hope it will happen for all of us in future (: maybe I should scare amri by singing that Natasha Bedingfield’s song…
“I WANNA HAVE YOUR BABIES GET SERIOUS LIKE CRAZY…”
hehehehehehehe. Can’t wait to see his nephew today. Hope I don’t attract too much attention with my crutches. Heh (:
The stalks of these flowers are already dried up, but their blossoms are preserved and kept fresh by the medical infusion bags. The life-span of every living creature is limited. The infusion bags stand for the progress in medicine and the prolongation of human life. They somehow carry an ambivalent message as they refer to both death and life the same time. To preserve the beauty of the flowers artifically with the help of the infusion bags points out man’s inclination to repress the fact that he has to die and to postpone death.