It is now a little past 4 PM and I haven't hardly moved. My wife insists I remain practically motionless and after hearing a few of the horror stories she shared about what happened to guys who "just couldn't sit still" I decided to stay still. After all, I didn't need bad bruising, more pain, infection or grapefruit sized problems like in the stories I'd heard.
But there's a different kind of horror happening. I'm sick of sitting, I'm sick of my new icy cold best friends, and I'm terrified about what I'll do when Notre Dame plays tonight and the Sugar Bowl gets exciting....I'll have to move, get up, pace, jump or otherwise move...but at what price? Do I dare risk it? I'll let you know.
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swollen??
sean
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