#postsurgery

And well, it's officially 6 weeks after surgery, there are some stitches and scabs left, as you can see, my mobility has improved but I'm careful. At least now, I can use silicone bands in the larger incisions. I haven't been to the gym since mid December and I'm banned from exercise other than basic cardio for another two more months, I feel restless. In two more weeks back to work. I can't wait to finally start moving my ass again!

It's slow, but everything makes sense now.

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(D.I. made in Manchester and my surgeon was Mr. Ntanos.)

For my first tumblr post, I'm gonna tell you all a story, written by me under the influence of narcotics.

I am gonna tell ypu a atoey. My name ks timmy to.meraon. Me and my pal granto where onvestivating a misteious mansion, where rumors said a dead ghost luved. Dead ghosts are different from nor,al ghosts. If regular ghosts subsit off of a pattern, then dead ghosts subsist off of their own pattern. Thus. They can operate away from anything. We weere at the old abandoned trainyard where a hundred people had died from fire. Every ghost made from each of them was then killed with a gun by and angry firefighter who then turned into a,ghost qhen he was hit,by a powerful firehose. Then we found all of the dead ghosts. They were vurned bodies all atuck togwther in a big tidal wave of chqrred ghost bodies. It was veey frightening. And atop all of it was the firefighter in his true fhost form. The besr thing I can describe it is like if a firetruck and a million octopuses and a clown with no eyes and a baby and a turkery and a fire were all glued tigether by a very bad taxidermist and then pur in that telepirter from the fly. It was very scary and i cried and so did granto. Then it used its big turkey beack to chew chew chew at me. So then we ran away and it melted with all the corpses. Fortunately I knew how to win. I summoned the beastly moth god who lives beyobd the lanterns glow. She touched my mibd qith her tickilish eyes, and her beatufiful wings and tasteful, albeit shapely, legs snapped the fireman from his hateful hideaway. Then me and granto qent home and worshipped our beautiful diamond queen with her eyes of many squelijg pigs and tounge of horse legs and hwr long shapely woman legs that she had instead if bones. And she defended us in our dreams from the kingless marquis of death whose sword granted relife to the dead and whose angry gluttonous breath of millions of teeth and skulls ate and ate and ate at his objects of jealousy: the living. He had no bones or skin, so he just walked around with his circulatory system and nerves and his organs suspended in the air. He was married to the Earl of beauty who looked like a House big fat ant that made lots and lots of aspic and honey that made you love him. I hated him for he was prettier than I. If course, the moth god and the mouse god and the earl of beauty and the marquis of death and the Neon Face Lights and the Vox Populi and the Teeth of Christ and even our diamond queen all bowed down to our one true god of power and beauty: the Dinosaur King whose bones were ash and energy and who could look like any of us and all of us and none of us and who could be any or all of those hideous creatures from billions of years past: A DINOSAUR.