The worst day. Ever.
I am too traumatised to blog about what happened yesterday. It is the morning after the night before, and once again, good old alcohol made a reappearance, which slowly caused my world to collapse in on itself.
And no, I wasn’t the one to get so palatic that I “tripped over” a seven foot stepladder in the kitchen and had to be picked up by two of my mates. Oh, no siree. That wasn’t me. It was Daddykins.
I really cannot describe how I feel at the minute. I’ve not spoken to him since the incident, maybe because shortly after he went to bed and has yet to surface.
He suffered a considerable gash to his left arm which may, or may not require stitches…
In other news, which normally would get a blog on its own, I popped my septic finger yesterday too. Pus spurted about 6 foot across the room, and I think I went into shock for a bit.
SO, that’s the news. I can’t put into words how shit I feel at the minute. It truly feels as if my world has ended. Lovely depression, here we go again!
