a magical journey
Right after he got up, Kirby's outer ear was full of dried blood, with fresh blood still dripping out of the hearing canal. Doctor said it's fine, his eardrums are healing, the blood stems from a ruptured blood vessel. No need to be concerned.
While playing it with Kirby, i remembered why i quit Lego Batman 3, it's just no fun. The level design is oftentimes disorienting and why can't i just pause and save?
Kirby told me, i should talk better about myself. He sees me as forgetful or preoccupied rather than stupid. And he like to cuddle with »the bag of bones« that i am.
Rehab started with Feldenkrais1 exercises. Good thing is, no one has to participate, so when i felt like not wanting to participate in some quack movement philosophy, i didn't—but i had to admit: it didn't feel bad…
Managed to ask a member from my group, if she needs someone to talk to, while she waited for a massage. Later that day someone from another group who started with me told us, he couldn't get through the day without stopping by the resting area at least once. It's a room a also frequent at least once a day, to try and let myself of the leash in its womb like atmosphere.
Arkham City has become more and more frustrating to play. When i played it on the XBox 360, i played it in the hardest difficulty, and now every fart seems to knock Bats over because i'm pressing the wrong buttons.
Aging, a magical journey.