#post operation

[writing-whump]

Waking up

Isaiah wakes up after the operation. Mention of open chest wound, though not too detailed. Emeto down below.

Matthew sat down on the chair. Then got up just as quickly, barely stopping himself from pacing.

Seline sat straight on the other side, hands next to Isaiah's. She knew he had the operation, she was wrapping her head around the heart problems...but seeing it, seeing him like this, pale, unresponsive, with sterile thin gauze covering the long opening wound in the center of his chest...a gaping long line, like a bloody chasm-

Matthew gulped down audibly, gaze jumping from one corner of the room to the other.

Seline gave him an angry look. "You can't throw up here. If you can't stand it, go away."

Matthew flinched. He flinched almost everytime she spoke to him since the first talk with the doctor.

"No. I-I can take it." The red-haired man set his jaw resolutely, glaring at the opposite wall. After a minute he dared to flick his gaze towards Isaiah again. Like he was building up a tolerance to that sight.

Seline let out a tiny sigh. On some level she relized she was pretty hard on him. Espcially now, when they had bigger problems. But something about her seething resentment towards Matthew held her together. It was an easier emotion to focus on than the breath-taking sense of betrayal or stomach-clenching fear for Isaiah.

Or the horrible guilt in the back of her neck, like pressure gathering that told her this was all her damn fault for not noticing on her own.

For not being close enough, present enough to witness this, to help, to be someone they wanted help from.

Matthew was back on the chair, squirming on it. He braced his elbows on the matrass next to Isaiah taking slow measured breaths through his mouth.

Shouldn't blood be an easier sight for wolves?

Seline didn't know why it didn't bother her that much. There was more of a fascinated distant mortification that was a hole to Isaiah's inner organs, only with a bit of sterile gauze to protect it. She had to actively force herself to look away, cause it kept dragging her eyes towards it like a magnet.

Time lost all its meaning. Bodily functions didn't have any effect on them. There was no way either of them could eat or sleep or leave, and ignoring any tiredness in face of the tension in her back or Matthew's gritted teeth was easy.

This was the most alert emergency mode and it would probably crush them later. But right now the adrenaline was like 10 coffees in their veins.

So Seline had no idea how much time actually passed—it could have been a few minutes or two hours—when Isaiah started shifting around on the bed.

A soft groan escaped him and his eyes fluttered for a minute as he fought the grogginess.

Seline and Matt were both standing by that point, each from one side, breaths held back.

"Isaiah?" Seline called out softly.

Isaiah's face scrunched up, but his eyes finally opened. "Hmm? Where..." He looked to her, then to Matthew, scanning the room in confusion.

His eyes drifted downwards to his chest, the hospital gown, the blanket draped over him, several tubes and IVs sticking out of his hands.

The machine he was hooked to started beeping immediately as Isaiah's breath caught in shock.

Seline's put her hand against his cheek, coaxing him to look up at her. "Hey, hey, hey. Look at me, alright? At me, not there. You are fine, you are safe, everything’s gonna be okay."

Matthew's hand was on his shoulder, applying the gentlest pressure.

"What'-what's-"

"You had a surgery after a heart attack," Seline settled on the truth. "But everything worked out. It was successful. You are okay and gonna be completely okay."

"Why-why is that-" His green eyes were wide and his breathing was hitching from how fast it came.

Matthew grabbed Isaiah's forearm, palm wrapped around his elbow. Isaiah's fingers curled into Matthew's shirt in a vice grip.

Seline mirrored the movement, taking Isaiah's other hand into hers, the other still on his face, stroking gently up and down his cheek. "Shhhhh. We are here. We are here. You will be alright in no time. They are just letting some pressure and swelling up. It will go down and they will stich you up in a few hours. Your shadow will heal everything and you'll be all good in no time."

Isaiah's head twitched in her hand towards Matthew, like he wanted to check it added up.

Seline knew, she knew how close they were, all three together. That this was good, having them both by his side. She had never felt threatened by the closeness Matthew and Isaiah shared. All the experiences and commonalities, the quiet understanding, the open affection.

Now it made her feel like an outsider, disgusting bitter taste in her mouth.

"It burns..." Isaiah said, mouth twisting, looking at Matthew. He was gripping his hand like he was about to break it. "Like silver."

"Yeah, I know, buddy," Matthew said gently, his face drawn in pained lines. "They had to use silver cause your shadow was healing up all they did, even sedated."

Isaiah looked ready to cry at that admission.

"But not the opening wound," Seline interjected. The doctor's explanation ran through her mind nonstop. "Just around the blocked artery. Once they sew up your chest, the anesthesia wears off and you will be able to heal it up with your shadow. It will be just around the heart that will take a bit. But patients after these operations get home quickly, in just a few days after."

Isaiah nodded shakily, his breathing still fast, but not rising anymore. His hold on her hand tightened.

Seline brushed some of the black curls out of his face, then kissed his forehead. "Everything's alright. You are safe. We're right here and not leaving."

Isaiah looked towards the ceiling. "I don't like hospitals," he said, lips twitching in an attempted smile that couldn't hold.

"Nobody does, man," Matt said quietly.

Isaiah swallowed heavily, lips chapped and dry. He squirmed in their hold like he was testing how much he could move.

His body jerked suddenly and he looked down and up again, breathing in deeply.

"Shhhhhh. What is it?" Seline said, trying to catch his attention with her hand still pressed against the side of his face, thumb rubbing up his temple.

"My mom." Isaiah forced his eyes closed than opened them to little slits like the light was too much. "She-she was in a hospital with her heart...send her home and she died of it." The jittery twitchy quality to his movements was persisting, his head flinching towards Matthew. "Am I going to die?"

Matthew paled more than Isaiah's hospital sheets. "No! Of course not. No way we are letting you die, right, Sel?"

Isaiah's eyes went to hers in such fearful hope her heart squeezed, eyes burning. "You are not dying, baby. You are very strong, very resilient. They are taking good care of you."

"We wouldn't let them hurt you," Matthew said in a gruff voice. "Promise."

Isaiah looked towards the ceiling, straining in their hold with involuntary movements. "I want to go home," he said in a small voice.

"We will go home soon," Seline reassured him, leaned down to kiss his forehead. "It won't take long. You'll go to sleep for a minute, your shadow will come back and them you will heal up completely at home. All good."

"We won't leave your side for a second," Matthew added. He was focusing on Isaiah's face intentely to not mind the covered wound. He held Isaiah's forearm still up in the air with one hand, rubbing his shoulder with the other steadily.

"Hurts..." Isaiah whined. A single tear slid down his cheek on the side she was stroking it. "I don't feel good."

Seline thumbed the tear away, pressing her forehead gently to his. "Just keep looking at us, okay? None of this is important. You are okay."

"Want to go home," Isaiah repeated. The coherence was waning, his voice growing weaker. He blinked in exhaustion, another tear coming up.

Seline fought tears of her own with all she had, heart beating painfully against his ribs. She let go of Isaiah's hand in order to push the call button on the side.

It felt horrible, cause knowing he was awake, they would sedate him and check him if they could close the wounds...which was good, but it scared her that he would be closing his eyes again so soon.

Isaiah shuddered as the doors opened, people rushing in. "I don't-I don't want-"

"Just for a bit, buddy," Matthew said softly, cupping the side of Isaiah's face for a second before letting go. "We'll be here, when you wake up. First thing you see, I swear."

When the whole team of people came fussing over, Seline was forced to let go of Isaiah's hand. She never wanted to be a doctor more than in that moment to just know what was happening, what they were doing with the IVs, what they were checking him for.

A nurse ushered them out, saying they were about to roll him away to close the chest.

Seline stood in the hallway a little lost how quickly everything was happening.

A muffled groan interrupted her thoughts.

Matthew was leaning against the wall with an arm, pressing his palm against his lips with a nauseous expression.

He really held out that long for Isaiah, hadn't he?

Seline's heart wrenched at the realisation. She stepped closer, putting her hand on his elbow. "Come on. I saw a bathroom on the way."

Matthew let her steer him away from the wall to the small one-stall bathroom around the corner. She shut the door behind them to give them privacy, glad she could follow him in.

Matthew gagged against his hand, lowered himself down to the toilet in haste and burped emptily over it. "Ugh."

Seline hesitated, but then crouched down next to him as Matt shivered, gagging again. "That was a horrible sight," she agreed.

Matthew hiccuped, burying his head inside the bowl. His shoulders rolled with another empty gag. Then another muffled noise that sounded dangerously close to a sob.

Seline winced, risking to put her hand in the middle of his back. Her eyes were burning and her throat was all closed up. "Just get it up. You'll feel better in a minute. Deep breaths."

Matthew's shoulders hitched, wrapping both hands around his stomach as he heaved and heaved.

It made her suddenly wonder how much of this was Matthew's shadow reacting badly to stress, to having so many strangers around. How much did the pack behaviour play into this? Stressing him about the fact that was their pack leader too?

Shadow wolves weren't good with strained situations, emotions running amok easily. And Matthew's shadow was a hassle on good days.

She rubbed his back up and down gently, then added more pressure, thumping at his shoulder blades.

The motion ushered up a sickly burp and finally a gush of vomit spilled out.

"There you go," Seline said, stroking wide circles on his back.

Matthew let out a whine. His stomach was gurgling so loudly it echoed through the tiny bathroom. His whole back arched into her hand as another wave of sick splattered into the toilet, liquid against liquid.

He coughed against a choking noise before straightening up, nose and lips dripping with saliva.

Seline tore a bunch of toilet paper and handed it over. When he didn't take it, she gently dabbed at his face on her own, then threw it into the toilet and flushed.

"A bit better now?"

Matthew swayed dizzily, grabbing onto the porcelain rim for support. His eyes were glazed over and shimmering with moisture.

Seline made a move to stand. "I'll get you some water."

His hand on her wrist stopped her. Matthew didn't tug at it, just held it weakly. "Wait."

She lowered herself back to her knees with a sigh. "What is it?"

"Just-just stay." He looked away in shame, sniffling. "Please."

Even her anger didn't reach that far. And after seeing Isaiah rolled away with that gaping hole in his chest...

She pulled her hand out of his grasp only to take it properly. A tiny squeeze.

Matthew hang his head, not looking up, his elbow braced against the toilet seat. His breathing was evening out and he didn't seem so nauseous anymore.

Seline couldn't stand that look no longer, reaching over impulsively to wrap her arms around him.

Matthew gasped in suprise before letting himself sink into her embrace. His hands came around her waist, pressing tightly like that was all that he wanted the whole time.

"It's okay. We're gonna be okay," she said into his hair, burying her nose into it. She hadn't realized how much she craved this, how much more complete she felt with Matt pressed against her like this.

They held onto each other in that tiny bathroom, Isaiah's tears fresh in their minds.

[king-starscreams-fics]

Brain Fog

Megatron is recovering post surgery in the quarters that he shares with Optimus in their new lunar base. He has taken to writing, which has acted as an escape from his situation. Enter a new, hidden menace: Brain Fog.

Written for prompt 17 of Sicktember 2024: Brain Fog/Spaced Out – submitted early as per reasons given in the A/N.

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Transformers Generation One Transformers - All Media Types

Relationship: Megatron/Optimus Prime

Characters: Megatron (Transformers) Optimus Prime

Additional Tags: early sicktember; Sicktember 2024; Brain Fog; Shock; Grief/Mourning; post operation; Recovery

Language: English

Stats:

Published: 2024-07-12

Words: 2,447

Chapters: 1/1

Stories list

[eldritch-queern-magicat]

After about a month and a half or so, Lilu has finally switched out. It might be partially because of the pain. Yes, we tolerate a lot of pain. But there's still a limit to what we can handle as individual parts.

I don't think I've really fronted since high school. I think I got lost in the labyrinth (aka went dormant) after moving back with my parents. I barely know what's currently going on.

-Elpizo 🗡️😺

[miss-little-kitten]

Me walking around with a huge hole in my stomach this last week like.

[lauranyx]

Life update

A little late but there arent any date stamps anyways so whatevs

Anywho! So last wk i got a minor operation on my left side

What we all thought was just fat or lymphoma was apparently a cyst (benign tho so we guds) the only reason y i even got the operation was cuz it grew from the last time i took note of it (hs and uni) so yuh

Frustrated a bit by the minimal movement

Im finally allowed to have the stitches removed but bcuz I’m busy today I’ll have to delay it to tom

Ugh i hope this doesn’t take too long to heal completely; i miss being able to move and stretch freely

Funny tho how everyone around me forgets i was cut open just a wk ago so they’re mildly surprised when i have to turn down physical activities smh 🤦‍♀️😂��

[tofixtheshadows]

I've been thinking a lot lately about how Kabru deprives himself.

Kabru as a character is intertwined with the idea that sometimes we have to sacrifice the needs of the few for the good of the many. He ultimately subverts this first by sabotaging the Canaries and then by letting Laios go, but in practice he's already been living a life of self-sacrifice.

Saving people, and learning the secrets of the dungeons to seal them, are what's important. Not his own comforts. Not his own desires. He forces them down until he doesn't know they're there, until one of them has to come spilling out during the confession in chapter 76.

Specifically, I think it's very significant, in a story about food and all that it entails, that Kabru is rarely shown eating. He's the deuteragonist of Dungeon Meshi, the cooking manga, but while meals are the anchoring points of Laios's journey, given loving focus, for Kabru, they're ... not.

I'm sure he eats during dungeon expeditions, in the routine way that adventurers must when they sit down to camp. But on the surface, you get the idea that Kabru spends most of his time doing his self-assigned dungeon-related tasks: meeting with people, studying them, putting together that evidence board, researching the dungeon, god knows what else. Feeding himself is secondary.

He's introduced during a meal, eating at a restaurant, just to set up the contrast between his party and Laios's. And it's the last normal meal we see him eating until the communal ending feast (if you consider Falin's dragon parts normal).

First, we get this:

Kabru's response here is such a non-answer, it strongly implies to me that he wasn't thinking about it until Rin brought it up. That he might not even be feeling the hunger signals that he logically knew he should.

They sit down to eat, but Kabru is never drawn reaching for food or eating it like the rest of his party. He only drinks.

It's possible this means nothing, that we can just assume he's putting food in his mouth off-panel, but again, this entire manga is about food. Cooking it, eating it, appreciating it, taking pleasure in it, grounding yourself in the necessary routine of it and affirming your right to live by consuming it. It's given such a huge focus.

We don't see him eat again until the harpy egg.

What a significant question for the protagonist to ask his foil in this story about eating! Aren't you hungry? Aren't you, Kabru?

He was revived only minutes ago after a violent encounter. And then he chokes down food that causes him further harm by triggering him, all because he's so determined to stay in Laios's good graces.

In his flashback, we see Milsiril trying to spoon-feed young Kabru cake that we know he doesn't like. He doesn't want to eat: he wants to be training.

Then with Mithrun, we see him eating the least-monstery monster food he can get his hands on, for the sake of survival- walking mushroom, barometz, an egg. The barometz is his first chance to make something like an a real meal, and he actually seems excited about it because he wants to replicate a lamb dish his mother used to make him!

...but he doesn't get to enjoy it like he wanted to.

Then, when all the Canaries are eating field rations ... Kabru still isn't shown eating. He's only shown giving food to Mithrun.

And of course the next time he eats is the bavarois, which for his sake is at least plant based ... but he still has to use a coping mechanism to get through it.

I don't think Kabru does this all on purpose. I think Kui does this all on purpose. Kabru's Post Traumatic Stress Disorder should be understood as informing his character just as much as Laios's autism informs his. It's another way that Kabru and Laios act as foils: where Laios takes pleasure in meals and approaches food with the excitement of discovery, Kabru's experiences with eating are tainted by his trauma. Laios indulges; Kabru denies himself. Laios is shown enjoying food, Kabru is shown struggling with it.

And I can very easily imagine a reason why Kabru might have a subconscious aversion towards eating.

Meals are the privilege of the living.

[peachybeesplease]

jon looking for connections between the statements vs elias choosing which spooky little gossip to drop on georgie's doorstep

[sunnytheopossum]

Oh dear lord, they’re multiplying… and they’ve already committed a hate crime ):

[trek-tracks]

would both of you just shut up for two seconds

[bbqhooligan]

Drake L continues

sorry its so long, endless L, final notes:

[sumechiayuu]

Noury (@/Noony_Boony on twitter, she is a Palestinian JJK fanartist who unfortunately lost her eye due to the attacks) has recently made a reply thread post of Palestine donations on march 1st, going to try and link all the ones I can on here due to twitter thread links unfortunately not working if you have no account

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NOTE: If I missed any others you are free to respond with other links. Also, here is a link to Operation Olive Branch, a spreadsheet with other 100+ funds. All your help counts to help the Palestinians

[writing-whump]

Matters of the heart

We were talking about Matt running into his sister Melissa at the hospital...Plus an update on how Isaiah is doing.

The doctor saying he wanted to be alone with Isaiah for a minute was probably the tenth clue that Seline missed that she was being clingy.

But what was she supposed to do? They were one approval away from taking Isaiah home. And okay, she was kinda making every nurse and doctor explain to her Isaiah's condition, medication and convalescence over and over...but how else was she supposed to know no one missed anything?

She was writing everything down, tempted to just record all the explanations. Everytime she asked she found out some new tidbit or tip and what if it proved to be crucial?

Of course she also called her mom who was currently calling all their contacts and doctor friends for tips as well. Seline wasn't about to betray Isaiah's confidence by sending his test results around too, but she planned on convincing him to let her do that. Her mom's childhood friend's husband was a renowned doctor with 20 years of experience and her grandfather's cardiologists were proven experts.

Leaving anything to chance wasn't an option for her.

Heart angina wasn't a cause or a diagnosis. It was a condition, a state of being.

Isaiah's hard-to-explain heart problems were becoming an new project for her. Even Matt sounded a little stunned that she was reading up on it on Google nonstop, when she wasn't currently hunting down the doctors or asking the other patients for their experiences.

But Isaiah's case was special. There wasn't an illness as a cause, there were genetic predispositions, but the doctors agreed the cause could be tracked down to Isaiah's shadow. And that stress could worsen if not downright be the trigger for something that wouldn't have had to emerge years to come. If at all.

Stepping out of the office, Seline was at a sudden loss at what to do in the waiting room. Her last week evolved around Isaiah like the moon around the sun.

What she was about to do depended on if he was awake, asleep, in pain, disoriented, keeping down food, asking coherent questions or watching Matthew. They switched around Isaiah like guards on duty, whenever the situation got to one of them too much.

The rhythmic beeps of machines, the muffled voices that carried down the hall about check ups, impatient knocks on the half-open door to the offices, the chit chat at the coffee machine...it was all so very familiar now it shocked her.

Though because of the familiarity, she recognised the sudden yelling as out of place fairly quickly.

Seline turned on her heel, following after the screams, ready to chew out whoever it was for the noise. The sight stopped her in her tracks.

"Don't lie, of course you are here to stalk me! I'm going to call security on you, you- you-" A young woman with long red pin-straight hair was yelling at no other than Matthew.

Matthew, who was currently slumped on one of the small uncomfortable chair as low as possible, hands decidedly stuck in the pockets of his pants. Staring in front of himself like he was willing the girl out of existence by no answering her accusations.

It might have been a weird position for a guy, like he was trying to disappear despite his considerable size - Matt was easily the biggest person in the waiting room - so it didn't strike her right away.

That was a very very submissive posion for a wolf. It was a refusal to engage in what his shadow clearly interpreted as a fight.

Seline's eyes went to the ground and sure enough, his shadow was twitching under the chair, but it wasn't growing or thickening. More like it was shrinking in itself despite the woman being smaller than Seline.

The situation scanned after three seconds, Seline felt such a protective rage at the hunched pose and the pressure this was clearly putting on Matt's self-control, she stepped in front of him with a giant smile. "Excuse me, miss, but what exactly is your problem?"

The girl blinked, perplexed at Seline's appearance. She wore a white coat like a doctor, but the pin on her chest said med student.

Melissa Blackwell.

Ah. That explained some things.

"This wolf is here unsupervised, stalking a hospital department-"

"He is a licensed wolf," Seline intercepted smoothly. "He can go anywhere he wants unsupervised."

"But- but he is obviously here because of me-"

"I told you," Matthew said quietly, though more towards Seline than Melissa. "I'm here for a packmember."

Melissa laughed, loud and bitter, it had Seline's arms crawling with goosebumps. "Oh sure you are. What kind of pack would take such a lost cause imbecil as you? Only one crazy samaritan I know of, and he probably grew tired of you months ago."

Matthew pressed his lips together and looked away as if it was true.

"Oh lady, I don't know what's your problem, but Matthew has a stable pack. He is his pack's second, in fact," Seline said, crossing her arms.

"Bullshit, that's what that is. Is he blackmailing you to defend him? Is he paying you to play his alibi? He is capable of that, threatening and scaring to have it his way. Really Matt, that's low even for you, threatening an innocent human girl-"

"I'm a witch," Seline said, never being more proud of the fact. "I can tell very well what he is and isn't capable of."

Melissa's face went white and blank, like that was an information she hadn't seen coming in the world she lived in.

Seline always forgot how much being a witch meant to people from shadow wolf circles.

She could also tell Melissa wasn't one and the hurt at the reminder had her wincing as if Seline gave her a physical slap.

Yep, living in a wolf family without magic and when your mother desperately wanted you to wasn't fun.

It also wasn't Seline's problem and she wasn't about to let the girl make it Matthew's, his sister or not.

Seline planted her hand on Matthew's shoulder, blue eyes throwing lightning bolts. "Would you mind taking your unfounded accusations and leaving us alone? You are disturbing all the patients with your blabbering."

Melissa breathed in loudly. "I have the right to be here, I'm on a job."

"You are obviously not very into it when you are capable of such a theater around patients after difficult operations," Seline said, voice dripping with poison. "You sure you are not here just for show?"

Human children often ended up in useful jobs for the pack, forced to be doctors and lawyers just to have any standing or worth in the eyes of their packs.

Melissa felt the blow alright. She opened her mouth, closed it and then whirled around. Practically dashing away from the hall.

Seline almost felt bad for her. Almost.

She let out a long breath, sinking on the seat next to Matthew. "Fuuh. That was no fun."

Matthew slid down further on the chair, barely hanging on it. "I'm sorry you had to see that," he said quietly, half his face hidden behind the collar of his jersey. It had her heart squeezing.

"That's okay. Not your fault she is such a bitch to you."

Matthew's head went back a little at the uncharacteristic swearing, but he still wouldn't look at her.

"Do you want to step out for a moment?" Seline said softly. "There is a terrace downstairs, I can go with you."

"I'm fine. I'm not going to- I swear I won't-" he broke off.

"I know you won't. Just in case it would help." She hesitated, then put her hand on his tight. "Hey. Look at me, Mattie." She hadn't used the nickname since the heart attack reveal at the hospital a week ago.

Matt took a shuddering breath, but after a long minute forced himself to look up at her.

Seline brushed the bangs from his face. "It's okay. You are not the guy she is making you out to be. Nothing she said is true."

"But she said what you also-"

"Nothing she said is true," Seline repeated sternly. "Never was. She is projecting her fears on to you, that's not your fault. You are not scary for existing and you aren't threatening when not sitting down. I made a similar mistake," she said with a wince, "but I know better now. You are not capable of hurting me. Or him. Or anyone. I know you aren't."

Seline cupped his cheek, thumb storking up and down. "What does she know, she hasn't bothered to see you for years." His eyes were glittering with unshed tears. "You only hurt yourself. But you would never hurt anyone."

Matthew gulped down heavily. "But I did. I hurt him by not speaking up...by not dragging him over to you."

It surprised her he brought it up himself. She bit her lip, only flinching a little before continuing to stroke his cheek. "It's okay. You aren't at fault for this." Her face soured. "You didn't exactly help, but I don't blame you for Zaya. I'm sure he doesn't either."

Matthew looked down in shame, but after a couple minutes straightened on the seat. Took her hand in his.

They waited quietly for whatever the doctor would say.

[direpunk]

Your art makes me wanna lick my phone and stick it to my forehead it’s so good Dawg. I have TWO art suggestions. Take what you like, leave what you don’t, it’s your page not mine. First would be Tim/Masky playing the banjo and second would be any art of The Operator <3

thank you very much :) this kinda got really out of hand

(tim’s western au design by the lovely @mystycor <3)

[cod-dump]

König: Alright, let's get this over with...

König: Horangi, don't read fanfiction while on the field

Horangi, on his phone: I'm writing it

König: Roze, I BEG YOU to follow your orders

Roze: Beg harder

König: ... Hutch, you're the only one who isn't a disappointment

Hutch: Thanks, Colonel

[ckproject]

Day 18: I'm getting out to get the rest of that #10kStepLife in. #gastricsleeve #weightlossjourney #CKProject #ontonewadventures #personalgrowth #WalkingMyAssOff

[fibromyalgia2000]

7 weeks post op. Daily pain is more intense since TKR. Tomorrow I start Home Health Care..continuing physical therapy. Thank you Lord for the strength you give me daily to endure