Today has really highlighted a struggle I have between the fact that I honestly love this city. It's a great place to live, it's cute, the people are great... But that clashes with the fact that I continue to feel overwhelmingly sad and lonely here
I burnt bacon and it made my apartment smell really bad so the internet told me to boil vinegar water to neutralize the smell but now? You guessed it. My house smells like burnt bacon and vinegar
But of course a fracture carries more risks than a bruised rib... So at that point it's a gamble. Do I just hope nothing more serious develops? Or do I forever kick myself for losing so much money on the doctor when I didn't need to
