My hands shouldn't look like that. It's been an hour since I cut them while rinsing that cat food tin and they've already swelled to the size of grapefruits. Except grapefruits aren't purple and yellow and they don't ooze pus when you squeeze them. Shit, I'm dizzy. I should really call an ambulance. Or maybe Abigail. Yeah, Abigail could drive me to the doctor and the doctor will give me something and everything will be solid.
Why is it so hot in here?
Fuck, how am I going to lift the receiver? I know. I'll just knock it off the stand. Fuump. OK, now we're rolling. Uh-oh. How am I gonna hit those tiny buttons? My fingers are bigger than German sausages. God, I'm sweating like a pig. No Fluffy, no puss, get off the phone. My hands feel so heavy. I'll just lie down for a second and think.
Stupid phone. Stupid cat food tin. Stupid cat.
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