Re: Greetings
Posted by:
Bonzai Kitten (---.bur.dialup.dodo.com.au)
Date: April 21, 2006 01:25PM
Now for the kitten's daily moment of self pity.
This sort of thing would only happen to me...
I had to get a stitch in my poor little toe this afternoon. Because of the cat.
I was setting up my tattoo machine to get a bit of practice in before my first human victim, and my grandmother's cat, who has been told off repeatedly for jumping on the table, did just that- only he's got no co-ordination, missed the tabletop and scrabbled wildly at the tabletop and in the process, pulling the power converter from the tabletop to land with a crash on my bare foot.
Unfortunately, it landed on my little toe edge-first, which caused a rather deep cut, which has sort of split to the point where bone is visible.
Which I didn't notice at first, being distracted by the swearwords mysteriously appearing in the air, and the knackered state of my tattoo machines power supply-
I didn't notice til I yelled about having to clean blood up off the floor.
(Hang on, blood? Oh, just perfect)
The really annoying thing is after getting my one little stitch to hold the cut together nicely, do I get some dramatic bandages or a nice wheelchair that I can sit in and gaze wistfully out the window into the distance (a setting sun perhaps, or a grey and moody sky, sighing dramatically when people ask how I am? Do I get to hobble pathetically with a walking stick to make the tea and force a bright but brittle melancholic smile when people call, and say "Oh no, don't worry yourself on my account, I'm fine."?
No.
I get a band-aid. And a stifled laugh.
I ask you.