Veritable Cantabrigian Carnage
Friday night saw me on my feet one moment and on my face the next. Don’t ask me what happened because I don’t know. Someone phoned an ambulance and I went to hospital. Again. These hospitals seem to have all sorts of non-stitches to hold you in place these days. In Colchester, they used adhesive strips; in Addenbrookes, they used glue. In a yellow tube.
My left eye is swollen, purple and red, scabby and quite sore. A mess, in other words.
I’m dreading work tomorrow.
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aye, but at least you’ll have a good story to tell. “You should see the other guy!”
Or you could just take the day off?
1 said Michiel (23rd October 2005 at 5.54 pm BST)
Hehe. I was thinking of telling them it was my bf, but I’m not sure anyone would appreciate my (sick) humour.
2 said Pandammonium (23rd October 2005 at 7.53 pm BST)
I wish I knew what happened too. All I know was it was my phone that called the ambulance. Clever things these phones; I’m sure it couldn’t have me being responsable.
3 said Damien (23rd October 2005 at 9.24 pm BST)
My theory: Panda decided to murder Damo but failed miserabley, so, in a Whatever Happened To Baby Jane-style twist, she smashed her head on the floor and made it look like he was trying to kill her.
And to think, all this time they could’ve been friends.
They used glue in a lellow tube to glue my hand back last January. Funny story. I was in a bar, sitting on a coffeetable thingy due to no seats and my friend James who has the most beautiful bottom in the whole wide world needed to pass, so I stood up to let him. Distracted by his arse, I sat down on the edge of the table rather than the middle, causing it to up-end and me to fall on the floor. Now, the table was covered in glasses and ashtrays and guess where my wrist ended up when I tried to stand up. The nice lady nurse in the hospital told me the glue wouldn’t leave a scar. Lying cow. I could smell Brasso on her breath and I’m sure I saw her being pinned to the floor by plainclothes policemen as I left the hospital though.
~Milady
xxx
4 said miladydewinter (24th October 2005 at 3.15 am BST)
I see nothing has changed …
5 said briggsy (9th November 2005 at 1.56 pm BST)