Need rest

Several days already, and still no word. What the heck is going on.

I think it’s getting to me. Getting even more careless at work these days. I was holding a cardboard box to my stomach to secure it. My left hand grasped the opposite end of the box, at the edge where the tape running down the middle folded to the connecting side. I had a cutter in my right hand and I was gonna slice the tape from the bottom up, cutting towards my left hand. That’s when I got careless.

I missed my mark and poked myself with the blade in my abdomen. But it wasn’t a wide cut or anything. Not even a centimetre in length. But it felt deep, and it showed on my uniform. I thought I just skinned myself at first because I recoiled so fast from the pain, and figured it couldn’t have gone deep. There wasn’t any blood either, although my shirt now had a small slit. I worked through that little accident for another minute or so, cringing every time I stretched upwards to grab more boxes or to lift things up. It wasn’t long before I noticed bloody handprints on the boxes and took my break soon after. Had to wait for someone to cover for me, too, and that was the longest wait ever.

Got myself a band-aid that proved useless, and I think I passed out in the lunchroom and was late swiping out to end my lunch break. And since I was out for my lunch break, it meant I didn’t eat today for 9 hours straight. I still haven’t eaten. I don’t want to eat though. The pain in my stomach has drained all my appetite from me.

Okay, enough writing. I need to rest.

Maybe tomorrow they'll be here.