Palmtrees

My left wrist hurts. I don't know why, sometimes when I wake up it just hurts. There's no reason for it - I haven't fallen horribly on it or anything like that. Although sometimes I find myself wishing I could say something like "yes, it happened in the war - it's made of wood" or "every time the weather gets bad I get this horrible ache", but no. It justs hurts every now and then for no reason what so ever. You know, between you and me, sometimes I really wish I had one of those stories and a really awesome scar to prove it. I know it's a bit stupid of me, but you see - when I was a kid and went to school we used to compare the... hrm, well I suppose scar will have to do... the scar from the tuberculosis vaccination you get as a kid here. Some people had blue marks, some people had insane marks and I can't see mine now even if I'm looking for it. I might be able to see it if I look in the mirror, but right now I can't. I do have a scar though. One amazing war-story-scar. I was fighting wild tigers in the Madagascarian jungle when I suddenly found myself attacked by poachers! I fought them until they drew their last breaths - slayed them with their own machetes, but at a terrible price. My legs were cut open and bleeding horribly, and I limped for days, thinking that I was drawing my last breaths. Then all of a sudden I found a hermit's cabin and managed to pull up enough strength to knock on the door. The hermit took me in, tended my wounds and made me drink armadillo-blood. (In case you wonder it tastes a bit like lettuce.) I had to stay with him for many weeks until I was strong enough to start my long journey home.

Yea... and on a complete sidenote - the scar I have is when I dropped a bowl in my kitchen. I was playing World of Warcraft with some friends and we were talking over skype and then I got hungry. So I went out into my kitchen to make some noodles and then when said noodles were finished I went out to get a bowl for them. This is the same cupboard I got my hand stuck in last week, by the way. I hadn't secured it enough, I think, so for some reason I dropped the bowl and it got cut in two pieces at the kitchen sink. One of those pieces cut my right thigh and my friends heard me screaming. The cut was rather nasty - at least half a centimeter wide and probably as deep and about one and a half centimeter long. One of my friends lived right across the street so he threw some desinfection and band-aids up on my balcony. This was in 2008 and I saw Batman: The Dark Knight at the cinema that night. All the time scared as hell that the band-aid wouldn't be enough and the blood would gush out again.