No change

Ow. It still really freaking hurts. They said I'd be back at work on Monday, but when I woke up this morning, it was simply out of the question. I am exhausted, in pain and feel sick. On top of which, the idea of sandwiching myself on the Northern Line in rush hour fills me with fear. I am absolutely terrified of being elbowed in the jaw by a passenger who is not aware of the gaping mess within, and consequently I'm considering fashioning a human equivalent of those plastic cones they give dogs to stop them licking their stitches. I wonder if this is how agoraphobia begins.