It missed my heart, ended up exiting my side and entering my bicep. Of course, my gun is gone, so I have to come up with other ideas.
After 2 weeks of hell in hospital, and another 3 weeks buried in paperwork and visits to doctors who won't help, I'm cursing myself for failing at the simplest thing I've ever been in charge of. I still come home to my lonely miserable self, unable to lift the lighest grocery bags, with no one to spend an evening with.
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Thanks in advance.