The Happy: The sling in all its glory
I sprained my arm tripping on nothing. I know.
True to the home remedy queen that my cousin Laura swears I am, this is my homemade sling.
At least it was comfortable. I actually kind of liked it, I was getting all sorts of preferential treatment. People notice you in their peripherals, half-heartedly hold open the door, but then realize you're one fourth of the way to becoming a quadriplegic and suddenly they're like I'M YOUR SLAVE. It's so nice.
Love, Happy Girl
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