And I touched the part of the head that hurts and my fingers are red. Searched through my scalp in the mirror and yes, that hidden among the thinning hair streaked with some grey, a small angry spot just above the temple and my birth mark. It could have been worse. The sharp pointy end could have pierced my delicate birth mark and obliterated the right side of my temple. I am being melodramatic. I will survive this as I have survived an etopic, a mitral valve prolapse, an appendicitis, the half man's birth that nearly bled me to death and myriad other adventures. Or rather mis-adventures.
Life goes on.
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