NYC, more bullets

Further proof that I've never really left behind being a New Yorker: without even thinking about it, I'm aiming us for the right end of the train and the right exits.

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Apparently, I'm healing ahead of schedule. This is good. I am gaining back my range of motion and strength quickly, and the wound is healing progressively. This is all good--though Amy correctly identified it as "an angry wound" earlier. Anyway, the healing also tricks me sometimes. I forget that I am limited still by the presence of this bullet and the cavity it carved into my shoulder. That's when I grip my shoulder in pain and protection.