"ADE'S JOURNAL", 4

    Like a sting from a scorpion, a sharp jolt shocked and confused me. I instinctively press at my index finger, obviously there is cut there. There is one thing that can end this, a hot compression on it will end the pain. Luckily, I was boiling some water. I let it start to burn the cut that was not bleeding until my pain threshold ended and I jump up and down. That should do it, I add staring at the finger and searching for the cut. There was none, just a loose cuticle and instead of the pain subsiding it intensified.
I made myself some hot cocoa and then started to feel sleepy. It was time and so I cross checked that all was switched off and safe before crashing into my large comfortable bed.
I woke up staring at the finger and also with a fever, my period was about to start so that's normal. I have too much to do and need this beauty sleep. I wonder if men call it beauty sleep?

 

"ADE'S JOURNAL", 3

  Hush, the noise is too much. Silence now, I want to try to get some sleep. The flutter of birds, the swooping of dragonflies and that crackling sound the cockroach makes when it creeps up the dry twigs behind my window pane. In all, my index finger throbs and swells and I stare at it in the moonlight. I try to trace all the edges and curves in the aching finger that has doubled in size. I want to see it burst and I want to soak a needle in alcohol and prick all the pain away. It's the second night I have not slept and it's time to do something about it.
To think something this tiny could affect me in a big way, I have even considered cutting off the finger, but the healing process will most likely be as painful if not more than it is right now. There's only one thing that can happen now, if I am to retain my sanity....