Wednesday, December 01, 2004
coke bottle patterns
Well, today was the day of reckoning. I removed all of my gauze and bandages, expecting to see all sorts of "war wounds". What I found was three little holes on the size of my foot, resembling the little holes that my grandmother punched into her Coke bottle to sprinkle the clothes with when she was ironing. Most of my pain is gone. But, for all the pain I went through, I expected more blood and guts than what I saw. Am I that much of a wimp? I don't think so anyway...
