Go on, laugh. Me, the guy with the back full of crumbles and spazzes and lumps who swallows morphine like it was sweeties, complaining my nose hurts?
Yep. My left nostril really *hurts*. I have no idea what's wrong with it, though it has the kind of tenderness I associate with infected hair follicles, though there's not much to see. Nothing, in fact.
But ow. Ow ow ow.
The Book comes on apace. Yay. And tomorrow I go to see my spine bod so we can discuss what, if anything, to do next. Monday I start my Intensive Hydrotherapy and stuff. I'm kind of looking forward to it, and kind of apprehensive too. Moving hurts. The idea that I'm going to be going to deliberately hurt myself two afternoons a week seems... well. I know it's going to be good for me, but I'm a whiny baby this afternoon.
*worries about Blaise, unicorns, toenails, muesli, Potter's Popsies, and why Draco has taken to calling Crabbe and Goyle "Vinnie and Greg"*
Arrrrr! arrrrr! back to work, ye scurvy knave, arrrrr!