“I wasn’t sure what to do with all those arms. For a couple of days, whenever I would think about it I just mentally shrugged and moved on. But I knew my subconscious was working on the problem…”
By this point, I had begun to feel like an animal with their leg in a trap, ready to start chewing away. I wanted to crawl out of my own skin and let my body heal while I went off and had a nice cup of tea and a good night’s sleep. And then the problem with my thinking finally presented itself.