Only Two Weeks Left

To my sentence of misery. In a little less than two weeks from now I should be on my feet again, however wobbly I may be! This will be a very good thing because...

I am sick of not being able to do things for myself.

I want to take a proper bath.

I am sick of shivering. It's damned difficult to get warm when you can't move around.

Misery does not love company! I'm tired of feeling as though I am responsible for making those around me as miserable as I am.

I want to flush!
(Enough said)

I want to see something outside of these three rooms!

I can't run away from my problems when I can't even walk!

This concludes the bitch session for today....

I now leave you with another of those silly little Michael Schenker dolls...