Can’t believe that in 3 days yet I will be undergoing surgery in Paris. If I’m lucky, I’ll be back to my hometown on my 2 feet for Halloween. I hadn’t realized my mum has stopped putting painkillers containing opium in my daily pill-box until today. I don’t know if she did it on purpose or just forgot. So I hurt, but it’s manageable. The worst part is putting on tights or leggings. Can’t raise or fold my right leg without feeling the pain of the broken femur. I’m eager to get the implant. Fingers crossed.
caerulea lanterna 