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Jan. 30th, 2006 07:53 pmToday at work, I learned that I should not pull out a screw with the hand holding the putty knife because when the screw turns loose all of a sudden, the hand with the putty knife in it flies back and hits me in the face. Putty knives are sharp. I feel like a fucking idiot. (Smallish cut, right below my lower lip, not much blood, no stitches required.)
*sigh*
In other news, the reason you didn't get to hear how the six-week doc visit went was because it didn't happen yet. The doc went home early because he was sick. The doc visit (which seems pretty fucking pointless -- I think we'd have noticed by now if stuff wasn't stuck back together properly) has been rescheduled for tomorrow afternoon at 4 PM, barring further illness on the part of the doc. Honestly. If bits were going to fall out on the floor, they'd have done so by now and I don't LIKE having to take my pants off, lie on my back, spread my damn legs, and make polite conversation with someone who has all HIS clothes on and two fingers up my snatch. It's just bizarre, is what it is. M'not shaving my legs for this.
*sigh*
In other news, the reason you didn't get to hear how the six-week doc visit went was because it didn't happen yet. The doc went home early because he was sick. The doc visit (which seems pretty fucking pointless -- I think we'd have noticed by now if stuff wasn't stuck back together properly) has been rescheduled for tomorrow afternoon at 4 PM, barring further illness on the part of the doc. Honestly. If bits were going to fall out on the floor, they'd have done so by now and I don't LIKE having to take my pants off, lie on my back, spread my damn legs, and make polite conversation with someone who has all HIS clothes on and two fingers up my snatch. It's just bizarre, is what it is. M'not shaving my legs for this.