I'm incredibly disappointed in my autonomous nervous system right now
Little Bridgey is away in the old country for the rest of the week, leaving me to fend for myself. So far my survival instincts have kept me alive so far. I've remembered to eat most days, and hopefully the cuts I've gotten from amateur fieldwork in a bramble patch will have healed by then (I set up a carrion trap to catch flesh flies :D). Last night went badly though. Immediately after falling asleep I seem to have rolled onto an uncovered patch of my hot-water bottle. Apparently my brain didn't see fit to wake me up as my thigh was exposed to near boiling water. It probably monitored, giggling, my flesh sizzling. 4am brought surprising amounts of pain as the inevitable massive blister started emerging. Brain, you have failed me.
All in all, the damage is pretty superficial. I'm just grateful it was the upper thigh rather than some of the adjacent locations.
I was dreaming about watching the greatest ballet performance ever at the time. That's probably unrelated.
All in all, the damage is pretty superficial. I'm just grateful it was the upper thigh rather than some of the adjacent locations.
I was dreaming about watching the greatest ballet performance ever at the time. That's probably unrelated.