Softball to shin harder than ever, maybe. Hurts more than any injury since the broken ankle. Pain, oh damn pain. My only real concern is a blood clot that kills me. Maybe a bone infection, but... yeah, not a good thing for this body to have major bruising at this point in it's life. Oh, but it hurts so much. Feeling so alone. Because I am. Alone with pain sucks even more. I know a few people who know that well, too well. My turn to be a baby. Seriously, ouch.
Jackson just started a Words With Friends game out of the blue after no playing for months, or at least more than a month. Like we are connected somehow. It happens a lot. Silently. Alone.
Someone save my life tonight? (or at least distract me, aye?).
Thanks Jacks .
Narf (wince) :)
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