My Journey To The Ice

First, my face was falling off. Then my fingers started to crack.  The other night I had a bloodbath on my pillow because my ear was bleeding. And I have the cooties.  Red spots around my torso.  The doctor gave me cooty cream. 

This environment is harsh on one’s body.  We are all dehydrated.  You can’t ever seem to drink enough.  And we’re always peeing.  And washing our hands ad nauseum.  Which means super dry, rough hands.  Katie said she washed her hands 34 times one day.  I believe her.  In the kitchen, you have to wash twice after you pee.  Once in the bathroom, then again upon return to the kitchen.  We discuss our water intake.  We discuss the color of our pee.  Is it clear and copious (what does that mean?).  If not, drink more.  The more I drink, the more I pee.  Now I pee at night.  I never peed at night.  My bed is up high and I think I will crack my head getting down to pee.  SAFETY MEETING!  Of my gosh, don’t let me go there.  Town safety meeting after every injury.  Apparently, things were out of control.  New philosophy:  slow down.  If they need it Tuesday, they’ll still need it on Thursday.  We decided it was not safe to cook dinner.  They’ll still be hungry for breakfast

And all that peeing on a date?  I will not elaborate, but it’s annoying.