Mar 25 : Second Check-Up

Dear Diary,

Today is my second check-up day. The same doctor comes today. The same checking is being done today. And the same word is being said as well.

"It still needs rest. You still can't move around yet."

Okay, I can see that it's still swollen, although it's not as bad as last week, it still is.

But the problem is... how about my job?

The source of my headache!

How am I supposed to tell the boss that I still need to take a rest? The boss will kill me for sure. I don't need to ask to know the answer.

I think I should report to the office tomorrow. At least I can show my face to the boss even if I can do nothing there. Joe didn't seem to agree with my plan, but he didn't say anything. If there is any indication about his disagreement, it'll be his frowning face.

Anyway, other than that, nothing new about my ankle.

But we wasted another 20 silvers for a wood clutch for me, because I can't walk straight without any clutch.

Yea, I haven't been standing straight for these two weeks. Or rather, I've been either sitting or sleeping on my sleeping bag. If I were to walk, I need to lean on the wall. Kind of annoying, but I can't risk worsening my injury.

So, a clutch. Add the check-up fee, we spent a total of 40 silvers.

I feel guilty for spending that much money on me alone.

But Joe and sis didn't bat an eye when they hand the money over. They probably don't mind it that much as they think we still have some savings.

By the way, Anna has been coming here on a daily basis since sis doesn't go to her house anymore. And they would talk about flowers all day. Anna also brings some flowers to work with. From a few days watching them talking and working, I also learn more about flowers than I've ever had my whole life. And how they make a flower crown or other flower accessories. Or flower bouquets.

Don't belittle them, making those things are not as easy as it sounds like. You know those flower bouquets, they need to think of what color suitable for each other, and what meaning they want to portray in each bouquet. Though I feel that not everyone will understand it, or if they feel the need to understand it.

Honestly, as I said before, flowers are just... flowers. They are meant to look pretty and they meant to be a congratulatory gift or something like that. How many people in this world that actually care about the meaning of flowers? As long as it's pretty, meaning doesn't matter.

But of course, I can't say that.

Sis will surely get angry at me if I ever say that to her.