I do believe I forgot to say Happy Easter but its okay! I can explain.
Around 11am on Easter Day my ankle decided to give way (it's already weak because I've snapped all the tendons in it when I was a kid) and I whacked my chin so hard on the edge of the table I was standing in front of, biting down into my tongue with one of my molar teeth.
I can honestly say I know what it feels like to have your tongue pierced and I ended up having to go to hospital with a large cut on my chin and getting two stitches in the tongue. Today is the first day I've been able to eat solid foods. Yay, me.
Apparently zombie Jesus is vengeful!
It's also been a highly shit week filled with stress and frustration. I know my job is about providing a service but I'm beginning to see some people are really abusing it. I don't have time to give people prices on neutering their animals while I'm in the middle of an alpaca autopsy thankyouverymuch, that's the nurses' job and they're proving to be highly useless lately.
I'm also sick to death of having to be in the surgery on my own while my boss is staying in luxury Hong Kong hotels and yet I'm allowed hardly any time off.
He can royally suck my cock as far as I'm concerned.
I'm not even excited about getting my tattoo finished on Tuesday and booking in more of my sleeve. That's rather depressing...
Yes, sorry, this turned into a rant.
Now I'm going to drown myself in a few bottles of Shiraz.
End.
xxx
Around 11am on Easter Day my ankle decided to give way (it's already weak because I've snapped all the tendons in it when I was a kid) and I whacked my chin so hard on the edge of the table I was standing in front of, biting down into my tongue with one of my molar teeth.
I can honestly say I know what it feels like to have your tongue pierced and I ended up having to go to hospital with a large cut on my chin and getting two stitches in the tongue. Today is the first day I've been able to eat solid foods. Yay, me.
Apparently zombie Jesus is vengeful!
It's also been a highly shit week filled with stress and frustration. I know my job is about providing a service but I'm beginning to see some people are really abusing it. I don't have time to give people prices on neutering their animals while I'm in the middle of an alpaca autopsy thankyouverymuch, that's the nurses' job and they're proving to be highly useless lately.
I'm also sick to death of having to be in the surgery on my own while my boss is staying in luxury Hong Kong hotels and yet I'm allowed hardly any time off.
He can royally suck my cock as far as I'm concerned.
I'm not even excited about getting my tattoo finished on Tuesday and booking in more of my sleeve. That's rather depressing...
Yes, sorry, this turned into a rant.
Now I'm going to drown myself in a few bottles of Shiraz.
End.
xxx