Knee fixed. Strained ligament. It IS, funnily enough, something that can be fixed with ice and, if necessary, a couple day's worth of knee braces. I don't know exactly what happens when he tapes up a leg, but whatever it is, it works. So, ice pack during break and after work [if I remember] and it should be right as rain...
the tooth. Let me say that again...
The Tooth.
The Tooth of Complete Fucking Doom.
Sweet Baby Mithras.
I wheedled an appointment for the eighth out of the dentist's receptionist, but I have a feeling that by then I'll be begging for a sledgehammer to the skull, or perhaps a nice lethal injection of something. The pharmacist said it might be a good idea to just sit in their office and wait to be seen as a squeeze-in. I might try that, and if THEY can't see me, I'm jolly well going to find somebody who will, and loyalty be damned.
Except I lost my dental insurance card. Assuming they sent me one. I don't remember. I think the boss has the group number.
And I found out that maximum strength Anbesol works for, like, fifteen minutes. Way to go. What is it with these things that only work for fifteen minutes, but then you're only supposed to take them four times a day? What the hell good does that do?
Some people's bodies are temples. Mine is a soap opera. If I could keep my mind off the pain and on something else, I'd be talking about something else, believe me.
Maybe I'll tell Radio Hog exactly what I think of him and get him to give me a good right cross and loosen that bastard up. Then a string and a doorknob should do the rest...
same bitch time, same ouch channel...
Blonde joke for the day:
Q: How do you get a blonde's eyes to light up?
A: [highlight for answer] Shine a flashlight in her ear.