Sorting through my thoughts, in a few minutes after i had my fill, i finally rose from the tub and exited the bathroom when i was done, my wrinkled left arm hanging down like a lifeless limb next to me from my left side.
Although i say i was lucky to have my arm intact without it getting blown off, it really wasn't any much from being useless the way it currently was right now. The recovery of my left arm was leagues behind the rest of my body, and although it could still be said to have made significant progress in its healing over time, i still couldn't muster any strength at all into it.
I felt uncomfortable with my own left arm, the muscles were like they were thinned and dried out, while my bones felt as brittle as dry twigs in the summer.
