I look at my knee and can't recognise it. Knees aren't supposed to be a gooey mess of flesh and skin, are they?
I'm working with John today. Not John who calls me Ann, but John who sings along to Timbaland.
He dressed my hideous wound with some gauze and micropore. I bought a support bandage to wear on top.
yes, this is the most attractive photo of myself that I could find, and yes, it looks better than I do :(
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