The Angry Butt Stuffer.

Charles walked into my massage/butt stuffing room the other day. He was cussing and tossing gauze and supplies between my legs as I lay belly down, wrapped in a towel waiting for him to irrigate and pack my wounds. “We should make a how-to video about stuffing butt wounds” I said and so the other day we did, I will attach the video at the end which is both informative and funny, maybe you will think so too.

I am still feeling good, when this happens I walk through the metaphorical dark forest cautiously looking for stray shoes to drop out of the sky but hoping I won’t see any. I take nothing for granted and I am happy that I feel close to normal and long for more. We have had a busy weekend with friends visiting from out of town, staying up late visiting with some of said friends, long walks and hair sparkling and I am still doing pretty good. In the past few years visiting with people took a lot out of me but I find myself with at least a quarter tank of gas right now as I type, this is a big improvement! I will not get cocky nor complacent, I will keep moving forward, one step at a time.

We still have a friend here so I need to end this post and take advantage of my energy that I have right now.

Until next time ❤️

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