And That's How I Choose to Remember It
Said I would, so I gotta
This is a comic about the time I had to go to the doctor. It is several months old
the big problem with this has been the resolution, and trying to resize it to make it presentable. Basically I gave up and threw it behind a cut instead
(I've also been having problems with alt text not showing up. Lemme know if this is the case)
Happened on a Sunday afternoon. Apparently this is the most common reason for ER visits on a Sunday. "I got very drunk last night and when I woke up today my ankle was swollen and I don't know why" trails closely behind. I did not know these facts.
Bonus Trivia. I live in an area with a strong multicultural presence and the doctor (the sexy, sexy lady doctor) told us that most of the patients they get don't speak English, and the personas con las heridas often use strange folk remedies before they arrive. Brazilians, by her account, will sometimes put [I don't know if they sprinkle or pack, she didn't specify] coffee grounds in the open wound, and Hindi-speakers have been known to use curry in a similar manner. The only thing this actually accomplishes is an impedance of the cleaning process. She was way too glad about the fact that I didn't shove food in mine (taco mix? ovaltine?)
This was only meant to be a first draft but I got lazy/content with what I had. (And so it follows that (not that this makes it any more excusable) this is willfully inconsistent. I haven't necessarily figured out a caricature of myself yet so I just kind of decided why bother with anything uniform, Make it look like there are 5 different people instead! Ah. Well.)
(I know you guys love all these damn words here taking up your computer screen where the boobs are suppsoed to go so I will also add that I am pleased to see that I have definitely gotten better at some things since I made this, which shouldn't be so surprising since it's from September)
Stay tuned for Part II, Where The Real Action Is
(and hey maybe I might even get around to finishing parts III onward)
This is a comic about the time I had to go to the doctor. It is several months old
the big problem with this has been the resolution, and trying to resize it to make it presentable. Basically I gave up and threw it behind a cut instead
(I've also been having problems with alt text not showing up. Lemme know if this is the case)
Happened on a Sunday afternoon. Apparently this is the most common reason for ER visits on a Sunday. "I got very drunk last night and when I woke up today my ankle was swollen and I don't know why" trails closely behind. I did not know these facts.
Bonus Trivia. I live in an area with a strong multicultural presence and the doctor (the sexy, sexy lady doctor) told us that most of the patients they get don't speak English, and the personas con las heridas often use strange folk remedies before they arrive. Brazilians, by her account, will sometimes put [I don't know if they sprinkle or pack, she didn't specify] coffee grounds in the open wound, and Hindi-speakers have been known to use curry in a similar manner. The only thing this actually accomplishes is an impedance of the cleaning process. She was way too glad about the fact that I didn't shove food in mine (taco mix? ovaltine?)
This was only meant to be a first draft but I got lazy/content with what I had. (And so it follows that (not that this makes it any more excusable) this is willfully inconsistent. I haven't necessarily figured out a caricature of myself yet so I just kind of decided why bother with anything uniform, Make it look like there are 5 different people instead! Ah. Well.)
(I know you guys love all these damn words here taking up your computer screen where the boobs are suppsoed to go so I will also add that I am pleased to see that I have definitely gotten better at some things since I made this, which shouldn't be so surprising since it's from September)
Stay tuned for Part II, Where The Real Action Is
(and hey maybe I might even get around to finishing parts III onward)