The face of my attacker

Insert blood-curdling scream here, here and here! This is the face of my attacker! Ugly, huh? You would run too if this were chasing after you. Readers, please, no judgement. This is a terrifying creature. 

On the more positive side of this tragedy (just kidding, I'm not such a drama queen and I am acutely aware of the war in the middle east. I would never equate these two instances), my fellow trainees have vowed to avenge my injury. There has even been some talk of taking pitchforks and torches to lead a cat-rat hunt tonight. Honestly, I think most people here just get really bored at night and this gives everyone some sort of activity to focus on. However, I will continue to lie to myself that this is a quest of vengeance, not merely for entertainment purposes. 

The PC Doctor will be here tomorrow and hopefully she will just reinforce that this is only a sprain and the only cure is rest, ice and ibuprofen. Honestly, I find it oddly comforting and reassuring that my clumsiness translates directly from New York City to Senegal. 


Asalaa maalekum,
Rachel