Apprehensively listening to Weezer
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I am listening now, a few hours before I return to the doctor's office. My INFECTED LEFT LEG doesn't look -- or feel -- much better than it did for my last doctor's visit. I am sitting here, listening to Weezer and feeling a bit apprehensive.
I am afraid they will admit me to the hospital for intravenous antibiotics.
"The world has turned and left me here, just where I was before you appeared and in your place an empty space has filled the void behind my face."
I am not afraid, per sé, I just don't want to be away from my family or home for very long.
On the other hand, I *really* can't take much more of this sore leg.
Stay tuned...
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