this morning I took a shower straight out of bed.
I know! First time since 2008.
So there I was, in the shower, congratulating myself with the recovery I’m making. Planning to blog about it because it’s a nice opener for the update on six months of recovery I want to post tomorrow.
Then I opened the shower door and realized: no towel.
Also no deodorant, the wrong underwear and ripped tights, But these things I only discovered later, one by one. So that’s four trips through the house before I could complete the shower.
Pfff, I’m gonna lie down for a bit now and curb my cockiness about recovery ;-)
but yay @ shower homeostasis!
duck by Niels Timmer
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