I’m feeling much better after the exciting Friday I had. I still get bouts of headachey nausea, but not nearly as bad. I also went to the doctor last night so ICBC can have some evidence to my hurtz, and I’m to take 400mg of ibuprofen four times a day, as well as do back and neck muscle exercises at least three times a day, and I have a referral for physiotherapy.
How can being rear-ended be so destructive?
If I hadn’t been in the back seat when it happened, I doubt I’d be as hurt. I wouldn’t have hit my head, I imagine, and just got whiplash.
Back seats are dangerous, man.
In other news, I think I got an idea for my next tattoo. I have what I lovingly refer to as a quarter sleeve – I have a tattoo covering the underside of one arm – and I want it to one day be a full sleeve. This new tattoo idea (well, I actually had a tattoo idea a few months ago, but I’m putting off getting it because it’d be a rib tattoo, and I want kids and non-stretched ink) is inspired by my family. A while ago, my mother showed me a coaster we have of the Welsh red dragon surrounded by Celtic knots, with the words Y Ddraig Goch Ddyry Cychwyn (fuck Welsh, amirite? so many consonants) and using the most magnificent Google translator, I found out what it means. (I knew ddraig meant dragon, bragging rights here)
The red dragon roars
OHMYGOD MY FAMILY IS SO COOL. OR JUST WALES IN GENERAL.
So apparently this is my family crest, according to my mother (though I’m pretty sure it’s just a general Welsh thing). I’m a quarter Welsh, but that quarter counts a fair bit, being that it’s the paternal. I’m going to confirm this with my grandmother, and if it really is the Marshman crest, this is going on my skin, for permanent.
My God, though. I hope we were knights in the past. Celtic archers. With a motto like that, how could we not be?
This feels Game of Thronesy. Excuse me while I fangirl over that.