I might have a new friend. Same face. Same place. Just a couple of months later.
And yes, just as I did before, I’m writing this from a bed*. Wrapped in a blanket. With an army of medicines on my bedtable.
*It seems like whenever I’m ill I have squirrels** on my mind.
** Please don’t judge. Those painkillers I have been given really shouldn’t be made available for public consumption.