everything has been going just swimmingly until last week when my hands and feet decided they didn’t like their small, dainty proportions and instead wanted to be larger. so they are swollen. and it hurts.
so i spend a lot of time with feet propped up and drinking water and trying not to walk on them. which is a hard thing to do when half of my job is walking around a restaurant. i don’t even fit in most of my usual flats. and i don’t think the managers would appreciate me walking around in flip-flops. these next four weeks should be interesting.
*yes, that is our bed in our living room. we’ve relocated there until we can finish up all the painting in the bedroom. post to follow soon.
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