Tank
I'm sore from the physical therapy session I had yesterday. I'm ashamed to say I haven't really moved from the couch and it's nearly mid-morning.
“Do you want another pain pill today or just an over-the-counter medication?" Blaze asks as she brings me some toast.
“Over the counter is fine. I'm sore, but it's nothing I can't deal with. I'm going to have to learn to deal with some pain."
She leans down, kissing me on the cheek. “You do better with pain than a lot of other people, give yourself some credit."
I didn't eat last night and the toast is making my mouth water. After coming home from the PT session, Blaze helped me shower, and when I fell into bed, I slept for the rest of the night. Now my stomach is clenching with hunger pains. I inhale one piece in two bites.
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