Askew.
I am at home recovering from last week. Suffice to say I sanctioned the NHS to mutilate one of my extremities. I have been reduced to a hobbling denizen of the sofa. Not only is this loss of autonomy mentally vexing, it is also fiendishly painful in ways that I never imagined possible.
I have had to face facts and cut short my wallpaper* internship which feels deeply unprofessional. Luckily they have been nothing but understanding. I hate leaving something unfinished though- horribly frustrating.
It’s been one of those mortifying private experiences that actually becomes deeply funny in the retelling, so when I arrive at some sort of semi-healed state I will doubtless write some longer post with much innuendo and sandwich based punning.
Now though my body heeds the siren song of the sofa.
