Like yesterday, today I mostly slept all day. I still have lots of pain in my tummy, so I am just doing stuff around the house at a steady pace, doing a bit of stretching and scribbling on here. Oh, and did I mention sleeping?
Called Gail at the RD&E today to find out when I can remove the dressings from the wounds, as Grumpy Nurse didn't say. I don't like the thought of them mouldering away under there and I am not sure what the story is with the glue. One of the wounds has no dressing at all, and is just a bloody hole on my existing scar? Yuck. It seems to have been glued...but who knows? I'll find out tomorrow.
Useless factoid of the day: today was Norman Rockwell's birthday. Rockwell was a 20th century American painter and illustrator. I love his illustrations.
In the United States, Rockwell is most famous for the cover illustrations of everyday life scenarios he created for The Saturday Evening Post magazine.
Norman thought of himself first and foremost a commercial illustrator. Hesitant to consider it art, he harboured deep insecurities about his work. What is unmistakable, however, is that Rockwell tapped into the nostalgia of a people for a time that was kinder and simpler. Norman Rockwell's now nostalgic paintings and illustrations continue to live on in American history, depicting decades of pleasantry and pain.