Happiness Writes White
*Disclaimer: this post contains graphic images of my frankenstein-ish foot. Not for the squeamish* I think everyone tends to write more when something bad/wrong/out of the ordinary happens, or when they're sad or introspective. This past week has been pretty ordinary, save for all of the sleep knowledge my boss put into my head, so I didn't really know what to write. Well, until friday of this week that is. I went back to my doctor to have my cast taken off. Ever since last week my foot had been hurting horribly. Thursday night it hurt so badly that I could barely sleep due to the pain. What I didn't realize was that the two pins that were holding my bones together had, over time, gotten irritated where they had come in contact with my skin/the cast. Luckily those pins came out completely last friday. Unluckily, they were the size of industrial staples and my doctor pulled them both out with no local anesthetic of any kind. They were already so irritated that I c...