The last thing I remember is leaving my flat to go for a jog. In retrospect, I shouldn't have gone so late, but it was so clear and beautiful out. The moon was full and I thought there would be excellent photographic opportunities. This is where things get a bit confusing, although I'm certain that the Healers have adequately reconstructed events.

I was attacked, there's no other way to say it and why bother to mince words? I was assaulted by one of the werewolves. My broken bones have already been healed (two ribs and my wrist was shattered, for those interested), and my other injuries (bruises, scratches and the like) are healed as well. I must say that I'm not a particularly vain person but I'm quite relieved that my face escaped injury. My camera is also broken beyond repair and I find that I'm almost more upset about that fact. Although I presume that at this point, I'm likely still in shock.

A lovely little old lady out walking her dog found me early in the morning. I'm quite lucky she was a witch, I can't imagine what would have happened if a Muggle had found me. I'd be in much more pain at the very least.

The Healers say that I'm coming along marvelously and I should be able to be released by Friday morning, barring any unforseen circumstances. Unfortunately I won't be able to register myself at the Ministry yet, for obvious reasons, but I'm sure there's another way to get a list of potioneres who brew Wolfsbane. With all these attacks, I'm sure there must be an abundance of places to purchase the potion.

Rolf, I'm sorry for not feeding the animals, I hope they're alright.