I survive. I still hurt all over. I can't walk in a straight line. I found small solace in buying meself a pair of brown shoes. This is a twice-a-decade thing. So yesterday was a milestone. And it's only cos my sneakers are still wet. After its trip into the washing machine. Man, the machine looked like cappuccino at that point, complete with bubbles / froth at the top, and all that mud i brought back from the jungle, making it all light brown and strangely yummy. There's peace to be had watching yer shoes going round in there.