Ouch
Seriously ouch. The numerous cuts and grazes I got Thursday are starting to heal and scab over, which means I can’t bend a few limbs so I am walking around like C3-PO, complete with accent as well. (”We’re doomed.”)
I’ve been in a constant dull pain for 4 days now, and it’s gone into a kind of a fever and I’m picking up work emails before collapsing back into bed. I think the cuts may have infected and I feel angry and pathetic. I will write about it later, because it’s actually funny, but for now - groan.
Apologies to anyone reading this who is really hurt or has ever given birth or has some terrible disease. I am a moaning wimp.