Oy do my feet hurt. Every step is agony - I stagger about like
Frankenstein's monster; I'm hoping today will be the worst day. The
laser was used to remove my epidermis (the outer layer); allegedly
the warts never penetrate the next layer (the dermis). This is that
ridgy flesh you've seen if you've ever popped a blister, and torn away
that now-excess-seeming flimsy, outer flesh - which is epidermis. As
I recall healing does not occur until the dermis scabs over - this
could be a while. With the new "Lost In Space" movie opening soon
it only seems appropriate to quote Dr. Smith: "Oh, the pain."
Perusing old Word articles I come
across what was the first On-line Journal I read. This is the entry
for 20-MAY-95 10:58:
I am sitting at my desk, copyediting on
this gorgeous day. I will copyedit all
day tomorrow, too. I am lifelessly
lame.
Read more of Josh Karpf's "Boring"
diary - some entries
are longer, and many are even shorter. (And be grateful I don't
follow his minimalist example; although I do find it amusing.)