A survey of the damage.

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.

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