Bucket

Ever since my car accident, I've been dreading inclement weather. And now it's spring, which I hated already but this is just about unbearable. They tell you that it's like arthritis; well, I hope I die before I get old. It's not a dull ache or even a discomfort. It's a sharp, stabbing pain. The same kind of irritating, throbbing pangs I dealt with when my ribs were mending. Ugh.