its been close to a week since my freak accident involving a granite top table, loads of “caramel-like” blood (to quote someone), a trip to ER on first an ambulance and then a wheelchair - needless to say its quite an adventure.

so fastforward to date: 2 jabs, few stitches, and an adequate amount of pharmaceutical drugs later i’m at stage 3. “What are the stages?” you may ask. So here goes:

Stage 1: Surrealism (or bluntly - denial)
it goes something like OMG *shock* Okay this is not real praying for it to go away like a bad dream

Stage 2: Attack of the Squirmy
*cringe* can’t look! can’t touch! bloooooood!

Stage 3: The Big Bad Bitch
this is the part where the guts come flowing back and you think you’re the baddest bitch in the world to live through (and still is living) the ordeal. this is also the part where it starts to heal and you get tired of all the inconveniences it has put you through.

Showering is a perilous chore trying not to get the bandages wet and balancing on one foot the whole time. Hobbling to the doctor’s is no fun and very physically demanding. Wheeling yourself around the house starts to feel really tedious. and the ITCH, ohmuhgod i feel like ripping those stitches open (that would bring me back to stage 2 so uh hell no).

and there’s just ABSOLUTELY no way of getting comfortable. that is about to bring bad bitch no. 2 out of her lair. the cranky one. RAWR.