Bruises everywhere... feet, knees, shins, elbows, forearms, hand (how do you get a bruise on your hand? Has anyone ever heard of having a bruise on your hand??) fat lip, bitten tongue, chewed mouth... no I was not mugged, beaten up, I did not start up a fight outside a kebab shop, rather I just drank too much and unwittingly popped a pill that did not agree with me, resulting in memory loss of four hours, treatment in A&E and much embarrassment (and a rubbish night for my friends who fortunately fulfilled their good riend role by looking after me!). So now, I am on a detox to end all detoxes, starting tomorrow (having consumed a tub of home made ice cream this morning in a vain attempt to make the pain go away...).
Work tomorrow, was meant to be preparing for tonight, seems to have not happened, oh well, c'est la vie, I will have to think of some sort of plausible excuse in the next 11 hours, such as 'I had to take my housemate to A&E, she is such a liability'.
Being forced to watch football by my cocked boyfriend, really really need to comfort eat to get through this tedious 90 minutes, but can't blody eat as mouth is in far too much pain, aaargh my own self-inflicted fault but a good way to start an (enforced) diet I guess, maybe I will finally lose that half a stone this week.