So, I spent the last week and this week kneeling or crouching, gloriously digging for the hole morning and finding gloriously boring pieces of pottery, stones (yes, stones, not a single lithic), little animal bones and tiny metal pieces.
All my friends know I have a bad wrist, a bad knee, a bad shin, a bad ankle and a broken nose. And I'm paranoid and super careful with my lesions.
Or I was, because field work is so fun I completely forgot to use those elastic bandages.
I'm so angry at my own carelessness!!!
Today I fucked up my knee again and came earlier to my father's house.
I'm the only injured person in that team, I feel so fucking miserable!!!!
Kroenen, I need a new, unfailable knee!
The team and the professor were so kind with me!
I mean, one of the girls was crying when my father went to pick me up, because she was worried with me.
I'm really annoyed my damned knee knocked me out. Next week is the last week of field work, I can't simply not go!!
Not in the final run, come on!!
I must rest tonight and saturday, because I have a riding lesson sunday morning, too...