Twinge
Twinge went my shoulder.
Discordant muscle music.
Hips twanging along.
On the other hand, my teeth have suddenly started feeling quantum leaps better. Like they've settled in, with enough new bone holding them. I can even bite (gingerly) with the front two. I can worry less, now. Small storm blew through last night, a bit of snow, air better, though the inversion is trying to build up again. Bright sun warming up a small cat.
Labels: Pathetic poetry.




6 comments:
Oh, I'm glad! Keep knitting up :-)
good news about the teeth.
Moby has the right idea! I felt just like that in yesterday's sun...it is such a relief.
sun is good for the soul even if it is bad for the skin.
ooh forgot to say glad the incisors are coming along nicely...
Less worry, more bone! Hurrah!
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