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!
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