The specialist told me yesterday that I broke my nose, and because the hospital only did x-rays of my neck, head, and jaw bone and teeth they didn't see that it was broken. I was incredibly lucky that it is only one of those 'hairline fractures' and all I have to do is rent a respiratory device thingamabob to use at home because apparently it's so swollen inside. The doctor also told me that my neck in the x-rays doesn't look good and I have to do some exercises at home to make sure my movement isn't limited later in life. This is all pretty fucked up. I fell down some stairs and could have been left paralyzed, but instead I just can't breathe through my nose and have fucked up neck. Everybody at work is telling me to sue the owner of my building. Truth is, I don't want to. I don't want to get a lawyer and go to court. Sure, I could probably get loads of money and be more than incredibly comfortable - but what's the point? Everybody makes mistakes. Just because a light wasn't working? It's a little bit much for me. I love my little apartment. I love opening my bedroom windows onto the Medici chapel, the market down below. I love walking outside with Pig, and having everyone in the market scream her name and stop and chat. I love the bar downstairs where I go for coffee and they know my name, and Pig's of course. What do I gain from going to court? It's all just not my style at all.
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