the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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15:07 + 15.08.2007 = 4 stitches. [[goddamn scallions!]]
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i was all, "it's fine."
they were all, "GO TO THE HOSPITAL!"
and then i did. [workman's comp is fantastic!!!]
and then i was all, "just glue it together; it's not that deep... it's what i would do and it's what my mum would do."
and then he was all, "um. no. you need stitches. i can see the bone."
and now i'm all:
i'm never chopping green onions again.
[though i can be persuaded with painkillers.]
[[which haven't prescribed, but in their stead... a metal/sponge brace-like thing... which can't be swallowed and doesn't make me for forget my woes or the searing pain [<-ok, THAT's a bit dramatic; it's not that bad].]]
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]
