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Well, my leg is infected. I can barely walk.
On the weekend the back of my leg was tingling and I had to sit down often, but it turns out some of the chemicals got into my bloodstream due to the slash on my leg from work. I slashed it while standing in the booth. The pond was on a big roller rack we use to spin them. It slipped and came down on my leg. I jumped back but not quick enough and the edge of the rack slashed through my security suit, my army pants and straight into my leg. So, here I am hopping around with a slashed and bleeding leg and I look behind me and Dave was looking at me weird and I had my mask on so I couldnt take it off at that time and had to gesture what was wrong... he just grinned, gave me a nod and went back to work... thanks Dave. In his defence though, there's no way he could know what was up with my signals... and it wasnt exactly bad at the time so I didnt worry about it and kept working... I had to, you leave the booth with the boss around and... yeah, you wont last too long.
So, I've got to go on a course of antibiotics, if that doesnt work... hmmmm... I sure hope I dont need needles, cos that's fucked up :/
Andrew had his day off. He lives in Penrith. I feel really bad about being infected now. He called me up before to ask how I was and I told him and he was like "ahhh ok, cos I drove in here today to get my fist up Stuart's arse for you, but it'll have to wait til you're in here"
The dude drove all the way from Penrith at 4am on his day off, when most people would be sleeping, just to stand up for me and I wasnt even there :/
On the weekend the back of my leg was tingling and I had to sit down often, but it turns out some of the chemicals got into my bloodstream due to the slash on my leg from work. I slashed it while standing in the booth. The pond was on a big roller rack we use to spin them. It slipped and came down on my leg. I jumped back but not quick enough and the edge of the rack slashed through my security suit, my army pants and straight into my leg. So, here I am hopping around with a slashed and bleeding leg and I look behind me and Dave was looking at me weird and I had my mask on so I couldnt take it off at that time and had to gesture what was wrong... he just grinned, gave me a nod and went back to work... thanks Dave. In his defence though, there's no way he could know what was up with my signals... and it wasnt exactly bad at the time so I didnt worry about it and kept working... I had to, you leave the booth with the boss around and... yeah, you wont last too long.
So, I've got to go on a course of antibiotics, if that doesnt work... hmmmm... I sure hope I dont need needles, cos that's fucked up :/
Andrew had his day off. He lives in Penrith. I feel really bad about being infected now. He called me up before to ask how I was and I told him and he was like "ahhh ok, cos I drove in here today to get my fist up Stuart's arse for you, but it'll have to wait til you're in here"
The dude drove all the way from Penrith at 4am on his day off, when most people would be sleeping, just to stand up for me and I wasnt even there :/