The upper trapezium muscles (they’re the ones running from
the shoulder to the neck.) Hers look like the ridge route between mountains,
which is how they should look and how mine used to look. Nowadays mine look more
like the back edge of a knife blade. They’re the only part of my upper body
muscle mass which hasn’t recovered – through diligent exercise – since the
operation. It sucks.
* * *
But I’ve been in a highly
uncharacteristic good mood today. I don’t know why and I don’t trust good
moods. They either run away mocking you for having been fooled, or they get you into
trouble.
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