it started off with an innocent dinner of crab on saturday night. i cut my finger on a piece of belatedly defensive crab shell. that’s my first open wound.
on monday i went a new pair of flats, which viciously dug into me and gouged out matching injuries on both my heels.
on tuesday i avoided shoes that will have any contact with my heels, and instead wore (a new pair of) heels that ate into the sides of my feet, leaving me with not one, not two, but three new blisters. the skin’s barely hanging on.
just now, i went rock climbing, and struggled my way through to 7 sore fingers, and one finger that left a square of skin on a particularly tough tile.
walking home made me cringe.
showering was pure torture.
(oh wait. the crab wasn’t culprit #1. some moe basketball player was. the stitches above my eye stings.)
ouch. maybe you should just have just skipped the climbing? or the heels?
lol, i wished i skipped the heels, but hey – rock climbing rocks! maybe al-rock should try rocking the rocks.
er. pardon the rocky puns.