Healing would probably go more quickly if I weren't constantly trying to get things done. You know, things that need to get done. Like dishes, once in a while, cause when they sit for too long the whole apartment starts to smell (and let's be honest, by the time they've sat so long that mold has grown...I really don't want to be doing them. So better earlier than never.)
To be fair I could dehydrate or the suppurating disaster-zone that until March 31, at around noon, was an adorable innie could get infected.
Hmmmm, I suppose it COULD be worse.