Today marks the start of my 4th year in my silly little town. Wheeee!
I didn't realize yesterday that I was going to feel worse today, but Holy Helga with a Hula Hoop,...everything hurts. Actually, maybe I have a couple toes on each foot that are alright. But even with painkillers, my muscles are screwwwwwed. All of them. Whatever's happening under the bandage on my forehead isn't good. There's seepage. My name is Jenny Limps-A-Lot.
I want someone to wash my hair. I'm not supposed to get my forehead wet, though. And there's still glass in my hair. I wonder if when I finally shampoo if I'm going to end up grinding the shards into my skull. I want someone to chew some food and regurgitate it Mama-Bird style into my mouth. It hurts to move my jaw.
I've only been able to sleep an hour or so at a time. I've hardly slept at all. I'm really tired.
Thank you, to folks who've commented. I am very thankful that it wasn't worse than it was. But still, as far as things go, it was pretty messed up. It's my anniversary. Where's the cake and the party hats?
As certain as I can be
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