Thursday, August 15, 2013

Changing my Dressing

After a tough day up on the roof of the sauna, Mummu was kind enough to let me take a shower and change my dressing at her house.

She pulled off the old dressing, taking a few beard hairs with her I'm sure!  I remarked that I imagined that was what waxing must be like, but she commented that I really didn't have a clue.

Donna threw on a clean one, and I'm back to work, full throttle, and lighter by a few grammes thanks to my surgeon.

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