παπαῖ, ἀπαππαπαῖ, παπαππαπαππαπαππαπαῖ
It's much better than it was in New York, but I still have a hole in my right heel that hurts even when I'm not wearing shoes and bleeds rather disgustingly through any bandage I put on it. I feel like Philoktetes on Lemnos, only no one is going to come and heal me because I'm so important to the war effort. Odysseus is an asshole in that story anyway. [edit] Autolycus has leapt up onto the desk beside my laptop and is looking at me very seriously, with his lime-green eyes. Now he's licking my hand. Maybe he is playing the part of the son of Asklepios. Healing cat.

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I tried one on my first night in New York and it caused painful burning (so I peeled it off and went with a metric ton of band-aids and molefoam), but I could try again now that I no longer have quite the same acreage of raw flesh. Thanks for the reminder!