Good morning, Readers.
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A double whammy today.
Yesterday I pulled piece of glass out of my foot. It had been there since the week before, when the room I train in had a mirror replaced, and the fools that did it neglected to vacuum. It always felt funny in that spot, but it didn't hurt... until I found the piece of glass and removed it. It started to hurt a lot after that. This morning, I spent what little energy I had draining the site. It's pretty gross.
Now it's covered in Polysporin, hurting like hell. Yay, infections.
My stomach is also not behaving itself. There's been a bug going 'round and I suspect I have it.
So I'm laid up in bed, feeling miserable.
I hate being ill. It's not just the discomfort that my issue. I can deal with that. That's just a part of life. It's that I won't get any work done. My digital painting stuff, and my writing stuff are all at the office. Where I'm not.
GRRRRR....
I'm writing in the morning, during the time I'd usually be commuting to work. So, likely by the time you're reading this, I'll be hopefully be fast asleep, and the whole not working thing won't be an issue...
I guess this means I can finish up the book I'm reading for Nights at the Round Table...
Anyway, I hope all your days are going better than mine.
Ciao!
Yesterday I pulled piece of glass out of my foot. It had been there since the week before, when the room I train in had a mirror replaced, and the fools that did it neglected to vacuum. It always felt funny in that spot, but it didn't hurt... until I found the piece of glass and removed it. It started to hurt a lot after that. This morning, I spent what little energy I had draining the site. It's pretty gross.
Now it's covered in Polysporin, hurting like hell. Yay, infections.
My stomach is also not behaving itself. There's been a bug going 'round and I suspect I have it.
So I'm laid up in bed, feeling miserable.
I hate being ill. It's not just the discomfort that my issue. I can deal with that. That's just a part of life. It's that I won't get any work done. My digital painting stuff, and my writing stuff are all at the office. Where I'm not.
GRRRRR....
I'm writing in the morning, during the time I'd usually be commuting to work. So, likely by the time you're reading this, I'll be hopefully be fast asleep, and the whole not working thing won't be an issue...
I guess this means I can finish up the book I'm reading for Nights at the Round Table...
Anyway, I hope all your days are going better than mine.
Ciao!
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