The End

The beginning of every worry heralds the end of the last. At least, that’s how it is for me. I can’t worry about two or more things at once. Perhaps two, but never three. Right now, it’s a leg, and it’s what to do after that I’m worried about. After that, it could be <insert-anything-here>. At least, I’m not a worrier like my mom, though frankly, she solves half my problems when I can’t 🙂

Status of my leg, it is healing: I still can’t walk without someone helping me but it is okay enough that I can use this sweet invention.

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