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Sunday had now arrived, and I couldn’t get up from my sleeping mat, so I had to stay in the slave quarters. Kofi stay with me while I was awake, and would take a break when I slept. The pain pills, I had to take, made me sleep most of the time. I was told getting plenty of rest, was good for a quicker recovery.

Trying to eat was a chore, and Kofi brought my food, and he eventually wound up feeding me. I tried lay flat on my stomach, and raising my head to eat. That didn’t work, so I tried easing up on my elbows, but I couldn’t hold that position, and eat at the same time. Kofi finally told be to raise up on both elbows, and lift my head up, and in this way Kofi was able to feed me. So I ate all my meals that way, thanks to my loyal friend Kofi.

I was visited a number of times, during the day, by the overseer. He would check the wounds on my side, and the whelps on my back. He applied more medication, and changed the bandages on my side. He would then look at the swelling on my back, and apply more medication to the whelps. The overseer was pleased with what he saw, and said the cuts on my side, were showing signs of healing. He noted the swelling on my back had improved, but was still worried about the whip marks on my back.

I ask the overseer, if he thought I would carry those scars for life, that was something that bothered me. He answered me truthful, and said there was a possibility, that I would be scared for life. But he quickly told me, that it was too soon to make a definitate prognosis. I thanked the overseer for all his help, and that I had faith in his ability.

Let me throw some light, on the overseer and his medical ability. He hat attended school, planing on being a doctor after he had finished. But things didn’t work out, he was unable to get the money to finish his training. He said he had given up all hope, of ever being a doctor. Even though he had a descent job at the mine, he didn’t see how he could save enough money to return to his studies. After hearing his story, and after all he’s done for me, I have decided to make sure he has all the money he needs.

I had one more problem that Sunday, I was laying in my own urean. I was glad to be naked, so that I wasn’t wearing urean soaked clothes. But my sleeping mat was soaked, and so was the straw under the mat. Kofi and a couple of the other men, rolled me onto my uni-injured side, and removed the wet mat, and the straw under the mat. They slid my body out of the way, then the other men held me on my side, while Kofi took soap and water and washed my body. All the wet straw was removed, and replaced with dry straw, then a tarp was placed over the straw. They placed a new sleeping mat on the tarp, and rolled me back onto the sleeping mat. They dragged the tarp, with me on it, to a location out of the way, and away from the other men.

I have to admit, that I felt pain during all the rolling, bathing, and moving me around. I was glad to get more of the pain pills, so that I could sleep. Kofi sat beside me until I fell asleep