locked. I was stuck in a corner. There was absolutely no escaping this one.
through my body…
like I woke up this morning and thought “hey, I should get stabbed”…. actually
I did wake up this morning and decide exactly that… but it took 6 long weeks of
suffering to get to this morning.
(Some of my favouritest people are doctor people), but their vocation terrifies
me. I tend to see them more as prophets of doom (and please don’t take this
wrong if you are in fact a doctor – or a prophet of doom, who doesn’t like to
be likened to a doctor, for that matter) about to predict my imminent/impeding
day in the middle of nowhere [Laos], swollen like a balloon unable to breathe
with what I thought might be a bad case of sporadic elephantitus
and I generally prefer not to get rabies and die
friend Jacqui talked me into seeing a nurse at a clinic and well… yes, she
stabbed me (With a needle not a knife before someone reports her). Sister George locked me in a room and stabbed me.
wear deodorant and here I am, able to afford being stabbed. I am truly fortunate.