My grandfather, mom's father, is having open heart surgery at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. I've only seen him a couple of times, but know him from the biased recounts of a broken family told by mom and aunt, Jbot.
I got a blister walking through the snow to the library today. It didn't really hurt until I peeled my sock off and jumped in the shower, where the pressure of the water on my raw skin made me scream. Now my blister is throbbing, but in a contained sort of way so that the rest of my body's twitches and itches continue without an interruption.