ARMOR in Postcards 4

The men and women of comic con make their own armor. Amazing isn’t it. When I saw the real stuff in London, it didn’t look as good as this. I’ve been armoring my way through expensive procedures this morning. And I hope, if I have my armor held closely about me, I am done with medical stuff for a while.

Enough.
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• Himself: G went to work at 4 so he could take me to the PET machine. I, filled with modern nuclear medicine, then ate breakfast he made and drank hot coffee out in the truck.


• Myself: Slept well last night at last. Dozed in the machine. Dozed 45 minutes waiting for the med to work it’s was through.


• Photo: Mine.


• Reading:


• Gratitude’s: For the caring of the staff at IMg and G. I love warm blankets.