Wounded Update.

(Update: It's 5:35am right now...)

I had to wake up to redress my wound and holy fuck, my thumb and wrist is swollen! Sigh. When I took off the bandage on my thumb, I tried to bend it but it's so swollen that, for some reason, pus projectile'd out of my thumb! I quietly squealed, everyone's still asleep so I didn't want to wake them up but I was grossed out! And the wound on my wrist seemed to have closed up but the area and my thumb is still swollen. Sigh. It's only the first day. I hope it gets better the more I wash, clean, and redress it. I CAN'T AFFORD GETTING INJURED RIGHT NOW. Because I don't have the money nor the insurance to get it checked at a hospital. T_T thus, why I'm attending to first aid viciously.

Injured,

Otter

PS: I still love dogs though.

Mormons and My Wound.

So just five minutes ago, Indigo (yes, Indigo) had some connections that lead two Mormon Elders to me. I thank him for helping me out and trying to send people to “help me”. Even though I’m not religious, just the gesture was nice.

But in the midst of all that, Quazi (Emily’s dog) was growling at Astro and attacking the kennel. So I tried moving Quazi but just before I could touch him, he attacked my wrist.

I didn’t know how bad it was until Elder Larson and Elder Opeda handed me the Book of Mormon and then I saw how bad my wrist was.

THERE WAS A FREAKING HOLE IN MY WRIST AND I CAN SEE THROUGH MY SKIN.

Fuck. And I have MEPS next Thursday.