I started drafting a short story which has no working title. It's about a man who starts reevaluating his affair after finding the body of a dead child, two years old, floating in the Rio Grande. The child is inconclusively thought to be the missing son of his friend, Rigoberto. It stems from that premise onto the a more elaborate history of his affair, which started after his wife returned home from the hospital. Her now misshapen breasts are what influence him to start an affair with a yellow-toothed, white lady from the city that his Colonia surrounds. That's all I have right now. I'm still working on it.
Now onto my arm situation. For those of you who are confused and have no idea what I'm talking about, read my post here. The Doctor said it was a muscle problem, and to go back in a few days, which I'm more than likely going to because the pills he prescribed (well, gave me), Flextra Plus, are only numbing the whole body, but the tightening is still there, it's now numb.
I'm not sure if I should overtly worry about it because the pills do help. Only I'm asleep most of the day to even get to enjoy it. Right now as I write this, I'm trying to ward off the sleep from my system by eating--I'm hungry as well, so I guess that helps as well.
Yesterday, I got my blood work done. I must've looked like a junky as I walked home though. 7:30am and walking the streets, trying to keep my balance. It makes me happy, however, for people to think I still need a doctor's excuse.
The situation doesn't help me any. I fear that being this way only means my mortality rate is a lot lower than I expected. I'm not afraid of one day expiring, however, I am afraid of dying young.
Now onto my arm situation. For those of you who are confused and have no idea what I'm talking about, read my post here. The Doctor said it was a muscle problem, and to go back in a few days, which I'm more than likely going to because the pills he prescribed (well, gave me), Flextra Plus, are only numbing the whole body, but the tightening is still there, it's now numb.
I'm not sure if I should overtly worry about it because the pills do help. Only I'm asleep most of the day to even get to enjoy it. Right now as I write this, I'm trying to ward off the sleep from my system by eating--I'm hungry as well, so I guess that helps as well.
Yesterday, I got my blood work done. I must've looked like a junky as I walked home though. 7:30am and walking the streets, trying to keep my balance. It makes me happy, however, for people to think I still need a doctor's excuse.
The situation doesn't help me any. I fear that being this way only means my mortality rate is a lot lower than I expected. I'm not afraid of one day expiring, however, I am afraid of dying young.
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