As I said, yesterday was orders of magnitude better than the day before. At least until the middle of the night when I got up and made that long and dangerous trek through my messy house to use the toilet. And then I thought I wanted a cookie. And from then on, trouble.
4:00 a.m. I was so-o-o not awake. I stumbled into the kitchen and straight onto the empty can of tuna I had left on the floor for kitties delight. Blood. Nice deep cut. No health insurance. Not really conscious. Not good.
Anyway, happily, I had the right first aid supplies and knew the right things to do, so the bleeding stopped and I could sleep. Might have needed stitches, but had a nurse look at it today. Definitely need tetanus shot. Allora. Zut alors! And tomorrow pay cash at the doctor.
Could have been worse. The good? Didn't get depressed. Didn't go into a spiral of misery or anything. Nothing insupportable.
And so it goes.
And all I actually have to offer as a writer, is my version of life. — Anne Lamott
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