In my quest to become a smaller, toner version of myself I have been working with a personal trainer 3x times a week. The inches are coming off slowly but the pain is there in spades. In fact, after this morning’s grueling pool workout I was exciting the pool, slipped and slammed my shin into the step, which flipping hurt - bad. However, I carried on because I’m tough like that. I quickly change out of my suit, threw on my summer dress and headed home to shower and go to work – only to discover as I’m jumping out of my car to go into my building that my leg is gushing blood… How lovely.
In my house I examine my leg and although it’s bleeding and it hurts like a bitch it’s not stitch worthy so I band-aid it up and head to work. All day I’m limping and any pressure hurts the now goose egg sized knot on my shin, which lives just below the gash…
THEN during a meeting when I go to show a coworker my incoming brusie I notice that the bleeding has started again – stupid cut broke open.
It was a good day.
CW
AMENDMENT… when inspecting my gash this morning it was realized that I should have gotten a stitch or two. The gash is now an embedded wound that will leave a lovely little scar. I really didn’t need another battle wound, but whatever – right.
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