My butt opened up and that is a major set back. My rehab was cancelled because the doctors don't want to make my wound any worse. I should know by Tuesday what is going to happen: I may need more surgery. I am so sick of hospitals, hospital food, hospital gowns and hospital beds! Thank-god for delivery food like Jimmy John grinders and Pizza Slut pizza; without them I'd go mad.
I saw these pumpkins on 15th in Ballard. I like they're sagging rotting faces, they look like they are singing on the fence.