I'm not sure if the pain isn't there as much or I'm just pushing through it more, but regardless I am doing my best to move about. Thinking about it, it may be down to the excessive paracetamol i have been taking, though it is true that in each breath I take I wince a little. I reckon broken ribs, especially from running my fingers across them, luckily they don't seem to be too far gone; more cracked than disjointed, but I'm going to have to be careful and hope they heal well, but I'm wikipedia'ing and the rest to see recovery times, it's not particularly promising.
Sam hasn't spoken much still, she is writing and scribbling a lot in her book though, which she hasn't done for ages. We relocated to a 'better' safehouse. It's not really, but with the backup I have we can stay safe even if the Rani do break in.
I found my glasses on a quick attempt. My guess was right, when I was knocked unconscious they either fell off or were pulled off and left, this now means I can see clearly during the day which is nice.
I spent quite a bit of time staring at the Rani at the gatehouse today. A few noticed me but the majority of them seemed more interested in looking around at a way out. It's still cold but a cup of tea, even with re-hydrated milk, in a Thermos made the day pass quickly.
I wouldn't say I have a kinship with the Rani but I understand them a bit better from my imprisonment. They act on an instinct they have to sound, and it's relation to food. It's like Pavlov's dogs. Quite astoundingly so. I have to keep reminding myself that these are very rabid dogs, but it's easy just to forget now. They've been a part of my life so long that they almost seem like family, which makes me feel sick and uneasy.
I hope you make another day
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