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It's been a week since my operation,after a few delays and cancellations it happened. It's been a rough few days but beginning to feel better. Hope your start to December has been better than mine. #Crohns #Operation #FeelingRough 🤕
a close up of a dog with its mouth open and a caption that says me at this point in the week .
Alt: a close up of a dog with its mouth caught on the glass door exposing part of its teeth open and a caption that says me at this point in the week .
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December 3, 2024 at 1:35 PM
living-the-dean.bsky.social
The dreaded lurgy has arrived. Headache all day yesterday, deteriorated today. Temperature, sore throat and painful lungs, tingly bones.....done a test and it's not COVID. Perhaps I'm run down #feelingrough #notcovid #earlytobed
January 8, 2025 at 9:34 PM
kelgrayson.bsky.social
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An excerpt from The TKC: Book 1 - Unforgivable by Kel Grayson
#SWIPE
#TheMorningAfter #NotHungry #FeelingRough
#AmEditing #WritingCommunity #WIP
An amber-colored electric guitar in front of a small Fender amplifier. 1/3/25 Rachel shifted to face the water again and stretched her long, slender legs out in front of her, drawing my attention to the movement against my will. “You don’t like school dances?” There was hopefulness there, it was impossible to miss. I gave a shrug, tapping the bottle distractedly against my palm a few times, trying to buy myself time to formulate a gentle answer. Second fail. “Not sure it’s as big of a deal for us guys is all.” Her quiet “Oh” made me nearly backtrack. “I can get the rest. Thanks.” She swiped the lotion out of my hands before I could amend my statement. She got to her feet and tortured me with a thorough application to the backs of her legs.
January 3, 2025 at 12:27 PM
kelgrayson.bsky.social
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An excerpt from The TKC: Book 2 - Unforgivable by Kel Grayson
#SLID
#TheMorningAfter #NotHungry #FeelingRough
#AmEditing #WritingCommunity #WIP
An amber-colored electric guitar in front of a Fender amplifier. 1/2/25 “Doesn’t matter.” I rested my forehead down in my hands as I leaned on the table with a soft groan. The last thing I wanted was to focus on the conversation I’d had with him in the middle of an overwhelming panic attack. “Well, you look like something the cat dragged in,” my aunt sighed. “Breakfast. Then go shower and change. There’s a potential buyer coming today around eleven-thirty. I nodded with my head in my hands, frowning as a plate slid between my elbows a moment later, containing sausage links and a cheese omelet. A glass of orange juice bumped my right arm before a smaller plate with buttered toast on it appear next to my left. I looked up at her, miserable and not hungry at all, but she gave a stern point to the food and went back to finishing up coffee for Uncle Jack, Pauly, and Jer.
January 2, 2025 at 12:36 PM