Finished my work way before baby's and me being me, had better things to do than to just laze there waiting for action to happen.
So I designed my temporary workstation. I inked a spot of tattoo to claim my own (divine spot). I'm kiddish at heart. I know.
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Sunday ended with me bent over in (back)pain. I wanted to cry out in anguish but I managed a sharp wince. Nick massaged my back (thanks baby!) and the pain ceased only to haunt me later at night.
Not one to dwell on one's misery except when it's eerily familiar. Like I knew it was going to happen regardless.
Anyway, I'll never take my back for granted again. It actually really hurt.
Hence, the feelings of edginess on a Monday.
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