Yann gave me a peck on the cheek just before he left for work yesterday. I had to remind him, “I’m not sick.”
It’s been four days since my accident. Physically, I’m doing much better but mentally, I’m either all fogged up from the painkillers, or plainly bummed.
As my right arm got the worst of the impact; I can’t use it for very long before it starts to throb. My full-sleeve is surely camouflaging the severity of the wound. When I pulled off the gauze, there was an imprint of the tattoo on the fabric. I did not know it was possible for ink to leak out a fully-healed tattoo!
If you’re not into mildly gory healing photos, stop here.
When I fell, my sunglasses smashed into my face and bruised my nose which isn’t as bad as breaking my face completely. The sunglasses themselves did not break!
My hair is hiding bonus scabbing and bruising.
This looks worse than my other wounds, but hurts the least.
I can’t bend my knees properly with these pieces of beef jerky stuck to my knee skin. My knees haven’t been this crusty since I was a child.
My arm only just stopped oozing today. The tattoo must be masking some massive bruising because this is fairly painful.
I have less severe scrapes all over my shoulders, left elbow, and down my right thigh.
In my previous post, I mentioned having broken the shift levers on my bike: Yann fixed them! The mechanism was just jammed with gravel.
I think I’m scared of gravel now.