I'm still just so
goddamned proud of myself. Yes, I could've just
super-glued my wound. Liquid band-aids are apparently
all the rage. BLAH BLAH BLAH. How good of a
story is: "So I cut myself and went to the store
and got some liquid band-aids. It was crazy." Well
I sure hope you didn't scratch your vagina on the
way to the store YA PANSY.
Journey fodder, and when I ripped down some metal
sheeting from the ceiling exactly one month ago today
and sliced my calf open? I decided I would stitch
myself and keep going. It was Talya's birthday, we had
dinner plans that evening, and I had set my mind
on having the entire wall down and cleaned up before
she and her mother got home from picking up her new
glasses. Some little 2 inch cut (no matter how deep -
it was white inside when it first happened, so who
knows what layer that was) wasn't gonna stop my demo.
And the rest is Journey history. Not many people can
stomach this video, but it's pretty badass if you can.
can't stomach the "surgery" skip to 7 minutes to watch
Talya and Karen's reaction.
I do not blame Talya for me taking the stitches
out too soon, she by all means convinced me that it
was a good idea, and I truly don't care about the
scar. The stitches got me through the demo and we had
a great night. I waited a month to do this entry of
course to avoid the barrage of:
"JESUS CHRIST MAN,
GO TO A FREAKING HOSPITAL." It
never got infected, I kept it hella clean several
times a day. Kick ass.
I took the whole wall down in between the kitchen
and dining room (kitchen entry soon) and the
difference is extraordinary. All possible because of
the doghouse the pups stay in now... funny how one
thing leads to another isn't it?