Brows furrowed in consternation, reschooled, rearranged into too bright a smile. "You look fantastic! So much better now!" follows all too quickly A shuffling of feet. when can i politely take my leave? without seeming rude, ungrateful, without causing worry, offence? "Are you resting enough? How are you feeling? Are you eating well? Are you back to normal?" i mumble something or other, eager to get away from the concerned glances that are shot my way. Am i fine? i feel fine. But i guess the scalp peeking out from my closely cropped mane, the scar adjacent to my lip, mostly faded, but still mocking, the shadows under my no longer sunken eyes, hinting at darker days surprise, shock, evoke concern & sympathy from those i chancely encounter. I am fine.