Jul 30, 2007 09:02
So, this morning, I heard a commotion in my sister's room, panicked, jumped out of bed and went to see what was wrong.
Turned out that one of the maids had varicose veins in her foot and one had suddenly POPPED, resulting in an actual pool of blood on the floor. Or, well, blood creating a huge stain on the carpet, anyway.
I never knew that could happen, or that you could lose so much blood through your foot.
At any rate, my father's taking her to the doctor today, my mother's at work, and the other maid is taking care of my sister. My father, of course, is very annoyed because it's the maid he considers useless anyway and he's fretting about what could have happened if it had exploded during the night and she'd bled to death. It would have been a disaster explaining it to the Austrian police and to her family back home. My mother's more focused on the fact that this means we'll be short-staffed and I'm feeling kind of exhausted-sick-feverish though that really has nothing to do with Charndini being sick.
Moral of the story, kiddos, is that varicose veins are bad. Avoid developing them if you can.
rl: real life,
no: what the fucking fuck?!