Beware of nails PART 2 (lmao)
In response to my sister's inquiry to my other post, "are you going to post pictures of your fancy wound?"
No Leslie. I will not be posting pix.
You don't need pix! After I spent all that time giving you fabulous detail!?? You want a picture??! Uh! Well! The Author is gravely insulted!
...Actually, it doesn't look like anything, pathetically. ( Read more... )
It's true. I was practically brutally yanked from my already child-sized desk this morning (the desks are not large hipped and large assed friendly) and forced to consume my last bite of sausage biscuit from Arby's like it was going to spontaneously combust in 1.2 seconds. I followed you to the stairwell where you without warning performed the nursing school version of "Girls gone Wild" and hiked your shirt up while yelling at me "SEE!? SEE IT?!! I TOLD YOU??!" Now, here are the 2 problems with that. 1. You could have at LEAST worn a fun, flashable bra (ie. the red one you flashed me with on Valentine's Day at school) and 2. Folks, I REALLY didn't "see it." I did notice a slight "edematous" area on closer inspection and decided to utilize my nursing skills and palpate for any masses. It was definitely swollen, just not as obvious without really inspecting. Good to know too about the lack of deodorant NOW, as I did (like I said) palpate and put my hand all up in your armpit...now I know what kept smelling like tacos during lecture. It was my fingers. LMFAO. (Kidding everyone.) So...yes, there is definitely something going on under there and I'm betting it's the tetanus shot.
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