Two of my fingers are probably broken. I don’t know for sure because this third-world hellhole I live in doesn’t apply my taxes toward basic needs like GETTING MY BROKEN HAND X-RAYED but anyway, I know what you’re going to ask next. Go ahead, ask it. I’m going to lie, though. And also probably not correct my typos because i don’t have time for thqt crap.
I am too busy being metal. (Pretty sure rocking out with broken bones is approved by the council.)
DEUCES
ETA: the two weeks was until I could afford to buy real corporate-manufactured splints from The Man, which is decidedly not metal, but will continue for the rest of the six-week suggested healing time.
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Oh Cory
Oh, oww! I hope they at least gave you a splint. And maybe a Tylenol? Go meditate with a tree and it will heal you (snort, grin).
In the alternate universe where I can afford to see the doctor or buy prescription drugs, I imagine this would happen. Instead I have the handles from two plastic forks that came with my roommate’s take-out plus some medical tape. My world is less healthy but infinitely funnier, so it’s probably a good trade. If I ever need heart surgery, I can’t wait to show you what I find at Goodwill to perform it on myself!
I betyou could do heart surgery with some used pens, cutlery and some gloves. That’s easily $2.00 at Goodwill.
I am totally calling you if I ever need surgery.
What do I call you for, Grayson? I’m not stitching you up for free, so we’ll need to trade…
Euh…ah…hmmmm…I bake a mean gingerbread?
@Grayson Fair enough. Don’t give it to me until after I stich you up though, on account od the crumbs. Plz to forgive typos again, too lazy to backspace etc.
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