oopsie

 So. Today I started walking again. Took the pug and walked a mile. I think it might have killed me. If heaving lungs and rubber legs are any indication. No, wait. I must be alive – I FEEL THE PAIN.

Last night I took a tumble off of the back steps, onto the concrete slab below. My right leg just kind of gave out on me, and down I went. Have lovely black & blues all over my legs and arms.

And then, while I was putting together the standing fan that K brought me home for the bedroom, I slammed the stand part down on my toe/foot, and now that is all scraped up and bruised.

I’m probably weird, but I LIKE bruises and scars. (I have scars up and down my arms from scratching the skin off when I was in the psych hospital) they sort of show where I’ve been, and who I am.

The pug is all now refreshed after our walk. She’s in the bathroom with food and water. The border-collie is on a chain outside with her new bone Daddy got her, and a bowl of water.

I’m going to go in my room, turn the fan on, take my day meds, and lay down and try to read some more of "In her shoes".

~kat