Week 36: No I Am Not Having A Baby And No I Do Not Have Cancer

There were two moments this week I thought I was going to go home. Both of which were sorta kinda not my fault at all. First, during a Service Project last week I fell and cut a long shallow gash on the front of my shin. It was quite the epic fall. I fell over a little wall, then down about two feet straight onto my back in a puddle of dirty water. It left a long trail of blood down my shin. It was all good till a litte later on it got a nasty infection. Luckily Hermana Calderwood is the goat and we got that all treated up. Then... just as soon as we got my leg figured out we went to the hospital for my wrist. I had woken up a couple of weeks before and it had just been throbbing and it still hurt a couple weeks later, so we went to get it checked out. Turns out it was not a little wrist fissure like we thought, but a synovial wrist cyst. According to what little knowledge I could glean from Meta AI it happens to about 1 in a 100,000 people with the odds only slighly going u...