Even typing this is, to me, rather painful.
Physically, not mentally.
I managed to put my hand through a window today on my way to work and, in doing so, sliced a nice gash on my palm from the knuckle of my thumb down to an inch above the wrist. That's about seven stitches of folded over, bloody gash agony.
The act of typing is actually rather painful to me so, as such, I shall be away for a few days until my wound has healed sufficiently.
If it's not one thing it's another.
-R
EDIT: I'm actually quite happy now. I've got Advil and, right after the gash, the sight of a woman in a power suit with blood pouring down her forearm and her face ghastly pale made a small child scream in terror. Such unbridled fear gave me the strength to soldier on with a smile.
EDIT2:
Physically, not mentally.
I managed to put my hand through a window today on my way to work and, in doing so, sliced a nice gash on my palm from the knuckle of my thumb down to an inch above the wrist. That's about seven stitches of folded over, bloody gash agony.
The act of typing is actually rather painful to me so, as such, I shall be away for a few days until my wound has healed sufficiently.
If it's not one thing it's another.
-R
EDIT: I'm actually quite happy now. I've got Advil and, right after the gash, the sight of a woman in a power suit with blood pouring down her forearm and her face ghastly pale made a small child scream in terror. Such unbridled fear gave me the strength to soldier on with a smile.
EDIT2:
Spoiler:
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