I start out the day with having to go to Bispebjerg for some check-ups, as I had been having sub-dermal haemorrhages, muscle pains, and a feeling of all my veins being on fire.
After 6-7 blood tests, a urine sample, and a punch biopsy later, I get the temporary diagnosis “Vasculitis; underlying cause unknown”, with more specific test results in 2-3 weeks.
It beats the hell out of the It could be meningitis… diagnosis, but the wound kept bleeding for ages, and stung as a motherfucker whenever I put weight on the leg /BitchBitchWhine.
I went to work after being released to finish up some things before a deadline, and went home a few hours later, fully expecting to just chill and put the day behind me.
But fuck no – my cousin writes me on FB “You know the concrete bridge our aunt helped build? Yeah, that shit is gone, Jadar has gone rampant from heavy rainfall, and half our village is flooded.” FUCK. ME.
Apparently, my village and the villages along the river Jadar, are under up to 3-4 metres of water, AND IT’S STILL FUCKING RAINING!
The wreckage following the hail storm of 2009 was NOTHING compared to this –
This is only property damage, and doesn’t consider all the people who are now screwed because crops will fail, they won’t have anything to eat or live off, and will be in debt for the next many years, assuming they live till then…
Jesus fuck Christ…