The shower felt really good tonight: I was cold, and my muscles ached from working-out again after so long. I was thrilled to have plenty of scalding hot water pouring out of the faucet, and I let it run over me, thawing out my chilled skin and loosening sore muscles, for several minutes before washing my hair. (And, yes I know you're not supposed to wash your hair is scalding hot water, but tough! It's too cold to do luke warm!)

It was while shaving my legs that I first noticed it. Later, when I was soaping up, I tried to scrub the blotch of dirt, or the stain, or whatever it was off the base of my left leg - the one I fell on not too long ago. I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, but the dirt/stain wouldn't budge. Finally I rinsed off the soap and really looked at my leg. The blotch wasn't dirt. It wasn't a stain. It was a bruise. An enormous, dark blue bruise.

Crikey! I guess I hurt myself a lot worse than I thought! While the scrape on my shin is healing quite nicely, there will be a pretty nice scar there in the end, and although the swelling is almost completely gone, there's still a bump right where the scrape is, and it's still a bit tender. For the most part, however, my injured leg is getting better every day. I'm still positive I didn't break, chip, fracture, or crack the bone. Positive.

My mom still wants me to see a doctor, to get X-rays, but I don't think it's necessary, and frankly, I don't want to spend the time or the money, and I don't feel like dealing with the insurance. It's getting better!! It wouldn't be getting better if it was really, really damaged! I wouldn't be able to walk on it if it was broken, and I certianly wouldn't have been able to jump up and walk on it moments after it happened if the bone was badly damaged. Right? Am I right?

Anyway.

for what it's worth,
Hez

---

Escape

Reading: Not much.

Classic Book: Animal Farm by George Orwell.

Listening to: Klife radio.

Writing: Nothing.

Gratitude: Healing

---