...because I felt the need to sob uncontrollably for half an hour. Poor Ryan walked into the bathroom completely bewildered and wondering who died. Then he grabbed my hands to comfort me only to say "Whoa!" at the sight of my swollen sausage fingers. Then, I proceeded to wail for another 15 minutes.
My body and my mind are no longer my own. I am sitting at work and I have almost started crying 5 times. What the hell?