Argh 10,000 things to do!
Ok, so maybe not 10,000, maybe that is an exaggeration…..its only 9,999. Only a few of these things are important, the rest are tweekings which can wait, but i spent my day painting the shower, a rather small space all of which needed a pristine coat of the white eggshell paint we seem to have lots of. Hazel spent the day playing with bits of pipe, and then got annoyed when i couldnt understand what she was doing with them all (”what? its not for the onboard Jaccuzi in the crew quarters……”).
Slowly lowering myself down the ladder into the accomodation i feel pain. Now this is the kind of pain which bypasses your brain and goes straight for the voicebox. Halfway down a ladder which i know will be even more painfull if i fall off, i am paralysed, emitting a strange kind of “gnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” noise. The click of the door tells me Hazel has come into the room, and suddenly i have her above me saying in her ” HELEN tell me now otherwise i will make it sooo much worse…once i have patched you up” voice what i have done, but i know fine well if i open my mouth i am going to cry. I manage to say “elbow”, and a couple of tears leak out, falling into the dark oblivion below. Slowly the world stops spinning and throbbing and being centred solely on a square inch of my elbow and i climb the last few steps into the accomodation. You know, its so damned dissapointing whn something hurts this much and doesnt even leave a mark. God dammit i want a refund!
