i_hit_my_ankle_with_an_axe
fyn gula fyn gula, the thin fool-a accidentaly chopped his leg with an axe, should have been severing roots but instead gave his ankle a whack.

so i go to the emergency room at west penn hospital and the tired woman asks me the usual questions, writing them down on a piece of scratch paper so she can transfer them to the computer. when she's done, she crumples it into a ball and throws it in the trash.

"um, can i have that paper?" i ask, sitting in the wheel-chair holding one doc marten boot in my hand that now has a two inch slice in it.

she looks at me with mild curiousity.

"i'm going to paste it in my journal."

so she tells me about her brothr who kept a detailed journal of his experience in world war 2, and she doesn't seem tired at all anymore.

three stitches later, i'm home when i have a thousand things to do. i'm hobbling about hoping ravenously for healing, but somehow secretly relishing just listening to pete yorn and reading neil gaimin.
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Tank that's nothing... i hit my heart... 010601
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ass facely it's a good thing to be personable in a hospital. 011122
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DannyH and to be hospitable in person. 011123
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ass facely indeed. 011123
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onceidid lucky to have a foot 020415
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CJ shit like that happens and you can't go back and change it 020415
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yummychuckle and my foot flopped around, bloody and slack with this cute dumb look to it as I hobbled around, tripping over myself.
for once not figuratively.


except that it is sorta metaphorical.
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reitoei on the bright side ill never hit *that* ankle again. 020416
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lilac_air I was to bussy looking at his dark
eyes as i was chopping down that big old bush that was blocking my veiw.
That I chomped my foot and blood splater all about. For i was way to bussy looking at that fool Raj.
A handsome Fool could cut off your head too
so i guess i am lucky just my foot
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ferret the bus is bussy, the bus driver is busy 030725
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lilac_air ahh and then I let him cut my head Off
Ahhhh no blood No blood yet
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