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Lessons From My Left Knee
I love the last verse. Some days my body feels old and weary but I still take it with me and sing !! So, following on from my last post, all my desperate Uri Geller–style psychic knee-bending attempts did absolutely nothing . Not a wiggle. Not a whisper. The knee remained stubborn, locked, and basically behaving like a concrete block. But! Good news at last. I had a manipulation under anaesthetic on Monday, which I was dreading but it was grand . Of course I was nicely sed
if Uri Geller Can Bend Spoons
I’ve just passed the six-week mark, and something very funny happened — I suddenly longed for a cigarette. Out of the blue! I swear I could even smell it. Now, I haven’t smoked since 2000, and I’ve no intention of going back to the ciggies, but it really shows what this recovery journey does to you. It’s not the cigarette you want, it’s the comfort — something familiar when everything else feels strange. And speaking of strange, my dreams have taken on a whole new level of
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