#59. Ouchers

I'm housebound with a twisted ankle. Cannae walk on it. I also have multiple face and hand scratchings and what feels like a broken arse. I can't stand or sit without some sort of pain. I'm spending a lot of time horizontal. My mother suspected I was in a fight, which in fact was ironic, because I sustained my injuries trying to prevent a fight between a facetious goth and a drunken big man.

Still it keeps me out of the pub and has forced me to hit the books in preparation for next week's repeat exams.