It's nothing serious, just a bit of swelling and bruising and couple of puncture marks.
She didn't mean it, she was just biting, she wasn't trying to hurt me. But it did hurt me, both physically and also emotionally, because it's upsetting when you get hurt by someone you love. Even in a small way.
It made me think, once again, of all the other people who get hurt by those in their care. Some may be caring for partners with dementia, some may be caring for children with special needs. Some of them are my friends.
I'm learning to be more tolerant of the person doing the hurting. Sometimes it's unintentional, sometimes it's due to overwhelming emotions, often there is no malice involved. But there is still hurt, on both sides. And there's still a need to look after the person who gets hurt.
I know that my loving daughter did not mean to hurt me. But my first thought was "She bit me! How could she?"