Monday, 23 October 2017

I always feel bad for people to whom I am not the worst thing that's happened to them today...

Yay, stitches out!.. I kept making a face, like they were AT LEAST amputating my leg or something, and the nurse kept asking: will you manage? ... In truth, out of eight pulls, I only felt two itchy pricks. Like ... It didn't hurt AT ALL. Not even a bit. I apologized, saying I make the exact same face even when they take my blood: the reanimation team needs to be on stand-by... :D Being a drama queen is good for my soul!