《How to get lost: a wanderers guide》Day 2: Mistakes were made
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Hello. Today was not so good.
Ok, I'll be honest. It was straight up bad.
When I woke up and tried to crawl out of my hidey-hole a blazing spike of pain stabbed directly from my foot to my head.
I guess in all of the excitement of making fire and fighting yesterday I never really checked on the place the not-not grabbed me. The wound itself was just a small but deep cut on the side of my calf. It was clearly infected though. Pretty badly too.
My whole leg up to mid-thigh was swollen and red. And the wound itself was oozing pus and black blood.
Which is my least favorite kind of blood to ooze.
So, what could I even do? I had nothing but a journal, pen, and satchel. Nothing to clean a wound with. Nothing to cut off a gangrenous limb with either.
I am naked and truly filthy, and I think touching an already infected wound with my gunk encrusted hands is a very bad idea. So, the only other thing I could think of that might be of use were the mysterious Tingles. 'Well, it can hardly make it worse now can it?' I thought.
I was so, so wrong.
I marshalled my Tingles into a roaring buzz right below and behind my sternum. I pushed that rumbling mass down through my body to my groin. Then I directed it down my leg to the infected bits.
It freaking hurt! Pain lanced through me like lightning through the copper house of a blasphemer!
But it was working! The redness and swelling had begun retreating back down to my foot. I could hardly believe my fortune! I was going to be alright!
Or so I thought.
However, when the swelling and redness had receded to the area near the wound itself it wouldn't go any further, and my foot had become swollen to a truly grotesque degree. In desperation and fear I pushed the Tingles with more force than ever before. If before had been a slow but firm push, then this was a body slam.
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And the wound exploded.
White-yellow pus and black-red gunk splattered against the ceiling of my hidey-hole, and flames gushed from the now gaping wound on my ankle. I passed out.
When I woke up, which I was surprised to do, my foot was bleeding profusely.
I must not have been out for very long; because there wasn't much pooled around it yet. Wearily, I wrapped the strap of my satchel around the wound. Binding it as tightly as my quivering arms and fumbling fingers could manage, and then I sent a couple of Tingles to the area in hopes of somehow healing and closing the wound.
I don't know if I will wake up should I fall asleep once again, but my body it shaking and my mind is aching. So I am going to seek shelter in sleep.
Goodnight me, don't die.
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