... have I ever gotten enough comments to put it in the double digits. And that was on the entry where I was debating taking a hiatus and ended up not blogging for 5 days. I only got the amount of comments I did on that entry because I was still commenting on other people's blogs and that just happened to be the most recent entry for them to reply on. I'm not bothered by it; it's just something that I was thinking about yesterday.

I actually had quite a few things going through my mind last night. Stuff that I don't remember, others that need not be shared on this blog ... unless you really want to know. {to give you a hint as to whether or not you want to know, it's about sexual activity; not details, but just the topic in general. now you can decide if you still want to know.} It was to try and keep my mind focused on something other than work. I'm not stressing, but being on my leg like I am, it's not healing the way it would if I was able to just rest.

Tomorrow is not going to be fun. I don't know for sure how it's going to go, but the way everyone has been talking, it's not going to be fun. Tomorrow is inventory day. I have to be there at 3am and I don't leave until the inventory people are done. The running around I'll probably have to do is really not going to help my leg. I had plans to go out tomorrow after work, but now I'm not sure if I'll be up to it; depending on how my leg feels.

I didn't wear guaze on the cuts today. Just a couple of bandaids {again, let me stress my extreme distaste for them} to keep my pants from irritating the areas. But being on my feet like I was, it didn't really matter. They got irritated anyway.

Uhm, I don't really have anything else to say. I'll write again probably tomorrow.

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I actually fixed myself a sandwich for lunch today. It was a BLT minus the bacon {for two reasons: 1) I don't like bacon & 2) even if I did like bacon, we don't have any anyway.} I added cheese instead. The end result was tomatoes, lettuce and Swiss cheese on whole wheat bread with light mayo. It was tasty.

Anywho, the weather today is nice. It's not terribly cold, very overcast and drizzling. The only thing that would make it better is if it was darker and storming. I love the smell of rain, though. It would be better if it was a tropical landscape, as opposed to the lame desert landscape. Which is yet another reason I'm looking forward to moving to Florida.

My leg is healing. I kept it elevated most of yesterday {once I was home from work} and I'm doing the same today. I can walk more normally, but I still can't stand stationary for more than a couple minutes without it hurting. The swelling has also gone down. The bruises that formed around the cuts are also becoming more obvious as they start to heal. I give it another week before all it'll be is an annoyance that keeps me from wearing capris {because of the severity of the injuries, I don't want people assuming I did it myself, so I have to keep it covered until they're gone; or at least mostly gone.}

I had a really weird dream last night. Hayden Christensen was in it {he's most commonly known for his role as Anakin Skywalker in Star Wars Episodes II & III.} I was with my friend and we were running through a closed department store. We were running from a guy trying to kill us. Hayden was the guy. He was my boyfriend in the dream, but in the dream he wasn't famous; he was just a regular guy. I'm not sure why he was trying to kill my friend and I, nor do I know what we were doing in a closed department store. He caught up to us at one point, but wasn't able to do any damage because we were quick and got away. Finally, somehow, we got out of the store, out to my friend's car and sped away.

The dream skips ahead and I've, for some reason, forgiven my boyfriend for trying to kill us and we're back together, happy as ever. We're in a limo headed to some sort of event and he decides he wants to take advantage of the privacy. He rolls up the window so that the driver wouldn't see in the back seat and we start to play around. Next thing I know he's got a knife to my throat ... and I wake up.

It was weird. Nice that Hayden was my boyfriend, but the scenario we were in was just weird. Oh, and the friend in my dream? In reality, I have no idea who this person is.

If the clouds let up, I'll be watching the total Lunar eclipse tonight. According to NASA it's the last one until December of 2010. If the clouds don't let up, then oh well. I've got work at 4am tomorrow. Hopefully my leg won't be in incredible pain when my shift is over.

Alrighty, that's it for today.

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People piss me off sometimes. You're injured so you ask for help and they get all pissy because they have to 'go out of their way' to do whatever it is you asked them to help you with. Even after that person had just finished reassuring me it wasn't much, they're still pissed cuz I asked for help so that I could rest my leg. Grrr.

Anywho, work was just about as shitty as I figured it would be. I did manage to get help from one of my coworkers and when I thanked her she told me it was no problem. I think she was happier about helping me than having to do her own work. Which is sometimes a good thing.

My leg was so sore when I finally left work, but I couldn't drive straight home. I had to pick ma up from the rental car place. Even after that I couldn't go straight home because I needed more guaze. So I asked ma if she could drive so that I could start resting my leg. {driving wouldn't be as much of an issue if he had attacked my left leg, but since he got my right leg, I kinda need it to drive}

I got my guaze and some more bandaids {to my complete and utter disgust; you guys have no idea just how much hatred I have towards bandaids} and we headed home. When I mentioned butterfly bandages to ma, she looked around and surprisingly Walgreens doesn't have any. If they did, then they were out of stock or had moved them to a different place. Wal-Mart didn't have any either. Oh well. It's not necessary.

The red spot around the wound that's infected seems to be shrinking. Yesterday and even earlier today it was the size of a small orange {if you picture an orange in a 2D form}, but now it's about the size of a 50 cent piece. I'm going to guess that's a good thing.

In other news, there are a few movies that I want to see. Such as Step Up 2, Jumper, 10,000 BC, Charlie Bartlett and there was something else, but I don't remember. Am I going to see them? Most likely not. For two reasons: 1) no money and 2) no one to go see them with. My sister could go, but then I'd have to pay for her and her boyfriend because ... I'm not even going to get into it, I'll get pissed again.

Maybe I'll go by myself ... on a day that I just want to get away ... when I happen to have the money.

Alrighty, I've ranted/complained enough for today. I shall bored you more tomorrow.

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Work should be interesting tomorrow. I still can't walk right and my job requires me to be on my feet the whole time. I'll be limping around the whole time and by the time I get home, I'll just want to collapse.

I've been putting peroxide and neosporin on the wound I think is infected. Unfortunately, I have a feeling two others are getting that way too. However, it's not as swollen, warm or red as the one that is. I just have to keep a really close eye on it.

In order for me to wear pants, I'm going to have to wrap guaze around my leg. The scratches on my foot look bad, but they're acually no worse than the minor cuts and scratches I get on my arm. I can wear socks and shoes and the worse that happens is they itch. I'll be taking extra guaze and the neosporin with me tomorrow when I go in to work.

Oh, something I've failed to mention in the last two posts ... the puncture wounds ... could probably use a few stitches each. They're not big, but they're deep. Like, when you get a scab over a cut, you run your fingers or hand over it and you can feel the elevated scab. The punctures on my leg, the scabs are actually below the level of my leg. They're like miniature holes. But I've had cuts like that too. Where they probably could have used stitches, but I never bothered with it. Besides, I don't have the money. I'm okay with a small, scarred hole in my leg. I'd rather deal with that than be in debt from having to pay a doctor thousands of dollars to stick a 2in thread through my skin.

The only thing I have to be careful of is that I tend to subconsiously play with the scabs. Kind of like when I play with my tongue ring; I don't realize I'm doing it until someone says something. With the cuts, I don't realize I'm doing it until I start to bleed again. For now, I'm okay because I'm paying extra attention to them, but when I no longer have to pay close attention, I have to make sure I don't play around.

Alright, I'm done for today. I shall write again tomorrow. Probably about how sucky my day of limping went. {See, because it's not a work-related injury, they're not going to be sympathetic. It's shitty, but hey, that's life.}

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My leg is swollen. The puncture wound that hurts the most is at such an angle I can't really see it, but according to my sister, it's the puncture wound that looks infected. Fuck.

I think I spent too much time walking around earlier today when I should have been resting it. Because now it's swollen more than it was earlier today.

I'm not bleeding anymore, which I would think is good. The only thing I'm concerned about right now is clotting.

If it worsens, I'm not going to be able to avoid the doctor. I can see how this would be worse than the gigantic bruise I had gotten the week after I started working, but then again, if I healed just fine from the bruise, these wounds shouldn't be too big of a deal.

Damnit. I had a whole entry planned out for today, but I can't remember what it was going to be about. Oh well.

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Earlier today, the cat attacked me. Teeth, claws, full force. No foul though, because he was simply doing what his instinct has him do. I just happened to be in the wrong spot at the wrong time. He was trying to protect his territory from the outdoor cat. There was an outdoor {male} cat sitting outside the back door and since Booffer was unable to get outside to attack the cat, he attacked the closest fleshy thing there was to attack; it just happened to be my leg.

There are total of 12 scratches and 6 puncture wounds spread out between the top of my right foot and lower right leg. And one scratch on the underside of my right pinky finger. I'd take pictures, but I'm too lazy right now and the light isn't good anyway. Two of the puncture wounds are kind of deep and are still bleeding, but I've been keeping pressure on them. Band-aids are out of the question so don't even suggest it.

Anywho ma and Steve will be going out of town again, but this time only overnight. They're leaving tomorrow afternoon and will be back Monday night. Will I be doing anything? Probably not. The only difference between this time than last is if I want to leave the house, I can because I'll have the car. They've rented a car for the trip.

I really don't have a whole lot to say. So I guess that's it for today.

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