The doctor said I should "avoid sweating" for the next 24 hours. I can't get my stitches wet. And believe me, this shit is on my face, so I'm not taking any chances. Go ahead and judge and call me vain. I don't care. I am.I spent most of the day in bed. Being up until 3 am last night combined with an adrenaline rush crash of the shakes - not to mention stitches on my face - has worn me out.
I did manage to make it out to Burger Club (July edition) tonight. We met at the Top Notch, which was a primary location in the movie "Dazed and Confused." I'm feelin' a whole lot better since my cheeseburger.
I debated on whether I should keep the streak going. This is day 138. Do I let a few stitches get in my way? Hell, no. I did a few exercises with resistance bands and ate a popcicle in bed. The resistance bands provided the workout.
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