The positives

I always think that love is based around the struggles both parties go through, rather than the good easy times that both parties enjoy.

My arm hurts. It is still massively bruised from giving blood. The needle moved out of my vein. Ouch. I hope my arm does not have to end up being amputated. But that's a pretty far stretch. But then again, my arm looks like I have been shooting heroin for the past three years. But lets just focus on the positives, shall we?