You know how it *seems* like a good idea...

at the time?

Well, it wasn't. Armco is actually quite tough. One new footrest hanger
and a few scratches which will mostly polish out.

A glancing blow, thankfuly.

Anyway, I'm off for the w/end, in the car. Play nicely.

 

Well, it wasn't. Armco is actually quite tough. One new footrest hanger

Ouch!

 

I'm not even going to ask.

Yes but armco isn't the thing to test...

Next time *between* cars.

Must we? There's no fun in that.

 

the cont known as MattG says...

And so it begins

 

I'm waiting for him to change his nick to Crash-Matt.

 

"chicks dig scars"

 

Sarah used to like squeezing my zits.

 

Ask Lozzo about his paperclip injury.

 

It brings out the mother in us. Apparently. Then it all goes a bit
Freudian. Apparently.

 

Silly sod.

 

Ginge says...

NO!

 

Of course, you wouldn't know

 

Anya was looking at the scars on my shoulder the other night from my
first bin.

"You silly ****" was the main comment.

 

Try rubbing her then.

 

You sure it wasn't "you fancy ****" ?

"five dorrah"

 

Na, she's Polish not Asian.

 

Funny you should say that, it was the start of a rather interesting
weekend, for rather painful values of interesting, that is.

Having been experiencing mild abdominal discomfort for for a few days
I thought "Food, that's what I have been lacking" so food was consumed
in an effort to calm the grumbling.

Food in the form of curry. I managed about half of the provided
portion before I decided that the mild discomfort was now pain, fairly
considerable pain at that. So my valiant host drove me back to their
house, and despite my protestations of "It's only trapped wind" forced
me to visit the doctor. Who pronounced "You have appendicitis, off to
hospital for you".

So upon arriving at the Surgical Admission Unit I was prodded, fed
morphine, vomited, and prodded some more. "Yes, a definite case of
appendicitis". I still don't believe them, I think they just did it
for fun, a boring Friday night was enlivened by chopping into this
hapless fool, who wasn't in much of a position to do much about it.

Consultant visit on Sunday and I am informed that my appx was very
inflamed, fit to burst apparently. IV antibiotics for 48 hours, and
now I have been released in to the care of my host. Heh, weekend
visit.

Now, they said they would save my appx for me, given that they didn't
I'm firmly claiming to the belief that I was right and it was trapped
wind, the reason they didn't save the appx for me is that I would then
know that they were doing it all for fun.

Still, it means time off work which is good. Although I have to
postpone the job interview I was due to go to Wednesday.

And laughing hurts, not much danger of that round here you buch of
dull unfunny cunts...

 

MattG says...

Just read your headers, say hello from me.

Not doing Hartford on Tuesday then?

Bollocks you soft tart, anyone would think you were proper ill or
something. Now my gippy tummy today, that's being ill.

 

[snip tale of "trapped wind"]

Handy hint - when you cough/laugh, press gently over the dressing.
Sounds as if it will make things worse, but reduces the strain on the
wound area.

 

Takes all sorts.