Accident de travail
After tripping at work and becoming a “human pancake,” I survived SAMU’s “breathe fine → fractured ribs” decree. Tramadol brought mercy, not highs. My car died; my wife drove; my ribs still ache. Yet: 1 star for the rest. Darkly funny. Deeply human. No pain-positivity. Just DNA on office floors and quiet grace.
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