Gentian's Photographic Misadventures

[Gentian]

... finally, I had the doctor's blessing to return, and much to my surprise, discovered some of the people there had gotten me some get-well presents...

Work is that good to want to get back there? And that's very nice of them. I wonder if the injury was that bad.

Twilers has warmed up to beer a bit, since her arrival, but still prefers water to anything else.

Beer wasn't great for her at all?

and this one looks just as yummy.

All that looks yummy, more so with that sushi. (Drools) I wouldn't touch the beer, since I don't drink. Nor the food, since it's for you and Twi. XD

Can anybody recognize it from the screenshot?

(Attempts see the image from the screen) Hmm (Zoom in) I can't read it. D:

I will undertake this journey to read you journal from the begin. Just to let you know by the way.

Well, Sour Soul, it isn't so much that I wanted to go to work, as it is I want to start getting paid again. I may be hurt, but I still need to make rent, pay utilities, and all that other stuff that costs way too much. It certainly was very nice of them to get these gifts for me. Walking (sort of) in the building, only to be handed these goodies and welcomed back made the whole "job" thing much nicer than it usually is.

The injury itself was rather severe; my physical therapist dislocated my knee during one of our session. Yes, my physical therapist. He dislocated the knee which had been previously injured by my tearing a ligament. That's why I said it was the universe playing a joke on me; the person who was supposed to heal me, just made it much, much worse. In the first week I was almost completely immobilized, unable to walk, or even stand. For the second week I was able to hobble short distances with the help of a cane, and a week or so ago I could finally start to move about, slowly, without the cane. It was no fun at all, and I would heartily recommend against having your own knee dislocated!

As for the beer, no, Twi doesn't like it very much. The first time we had it together was at a blowfish restaurant. It's a little disappointing, because it seems like something we could discuss together while waiting for our food to arrive, but not really surprising. It was an acquired taste for me, and many others, too. She somewhat enjoys wine, but water is her favorite. Unexpectedly simple taste for a Princess, imho, but whatever makes her happy.

Don't feel bad about not drinking, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. Even when I drink, which isn't often, I dislike getting drunk, and will both limit my consumption, and chase each mouthful with water. We'd share the sushi with you, though, and the chocolates, too.

The fic in question is Five Star Service. A story recently recommended to my by Equestrian Penguin. Some other users who are kind enough to speak with me on discord are probably tired of hearing about it, but I love it. Unfortunately, it's incomplete, but was updated in November, so maybe the author will finish soon.

Sour, if you do decide to read the journal, let me thank you in advance. There's a lot in our journal, and I doubt it will be able to hold your interest. If it does, I'll be glad to know, but if instead it bores you, don't hesitate to drop it.