With gauze on my face is a suck.
A complete and total suck.
But, I tell the kiddos that it's no big deal, and,
Truly, it is not.
My face is still being "saved."
Who knows?
Maybe my cheek should be replaced.
I make it through the day,
People asking me
"Does it hurt?",
I lie and say no when I really want to say,
"Somewhat."
Back to work tomorrow.
Besides,
Some of my crazy bandaids arrive.
Shakespeare and football.
Now, there's a great combo.
Like a rock band.
QB and the Bard.
I'll let you know how
Day #2 goes.
