Scars++, or adventures in bodypiercing
After a few days of entirely too little sleep, I was planning on heading to bed for ten hours or so around four-ish this morning. Being of orderly Germanic temperament, I decide to tidy the kitchen a bit before doing so. Being a bloody klutz, I manage to drop a glass bottle in the process.
Being especially favoured by the gods, I promptly step onto the largest shard in my bare feet.
I now have four stitches in my left foot, roughly a pint of blood less, some interesting stains on my carpet, and some experience in hopping around on one foot while clutching the other one and swearing sulphurously. What I don't have is either significantly more sleep than before or decent painkillers.
I have known weeks that have started on a far more positive note than this one.
Being especially favoured by the gods, I promptly step onto the largest shard in my bare feet.
I now have four stitches in my left foot, roughly a pint of blood less, some interesting stains on my carpet, and some experience in hopping around on one foot while clutching the other one and swearing sulphurously. What I don't have is either significantly more sleep than before or decent painkillers.
I have known weeks that have started on a far more positive note than this one.