Yesterday, I went down to the police station to report the assault, and it took a mere two hours.
And this morning I woke up, and was sick, and went in to work due to a misplaced sense of duty and got sent home from work thanks to other people's rationality, and forbidden to show up before Monday. So I went home and self-medicated with garlic (I'm sorry
sorceresz!)
Maybe it's a delayed reaction to stress, or perhaps I've caught whatever
tjej and
norantiskitchen had before, as I appear to have lost my ability to talk or breathe properly.
People have been exceptionally nice to me the last couple of days, and I'd like to thank each and every one of you for your kindness, and on top of this my hero awards go to
mzdt for being such wonderous practical and moral support, and going to the cop station with me, and helping fix the toilet.
sorceresz for the lovely surprise of visit and
Book! which I'm hugely looking forward to reading.
twistedserious for some sterling efforts with Paintshop and giving me pictures of girls legs to look at.
and finally Z, aka Mother Theresa, for braving both pestilence and garlic breath in order to nurture my ailing self and feed me soup. And doing the dishes spontaneously and all.
I am well impressed.