An Interview with Joshua Allen: Part 2 of 3…Pz Meets Joshua
My wake-up call came early. Somewhat rested, I still didn’t look or feel like myself. Even though I’d slept in one spot with the boo boo leg wrapped and elevated, the bruising and swelling had had time to kick in. The white bandage covering the wound was now dried and stuck with globs of Neosporin mixed with blood showing through the layers of gauze. I had no choice but to change this dressing as I did not want to deal with infection on top of everything else. Read more…