Crazy Big D story. :O
When I was 7 I stepped on a rusty nail and it went into my big toe. But it was a really little nail so I just yanked it out. Didn't get a tetanus shot either.
Crazy Big D story. :O
When I was 7 I stepped on a rusty nail and it went into my big toe. But it was a really little nail so I just yanked it out. Didn't get a tetanus shot either.
Signature by rubah. I think.
Splinters. They never stay in for long. I will not leave them alone: I actually carve out the flesh around them rather than let them be, and I will do so, if for no other reason than that it's a scarily impulsive behavioural trait of mine xD
Oh God, I haet splinters.
About a year ago, I got a metal splinter whilst at my cleaning job. I tried to get it out but couldn't, so I thought I'd put a plaster over it in the meantime. Unfortunately I left the tap running and flooded the cleaning closet, and spent half my shift cleaning up the mess I had made.
I had to suffer on my bike home, trying not to grip the handlebars, and I yanked it out with tweezers the second I got home.
Two weeks later, I quit my job.
"I work in one of those humble call centres... Apparently, what we're doing at the moment is 'sprinkling our magic along the way'. It's a call centre, not Hogwarts." ~ Caroline Garlick, Ayrshire, BBC News Magazine
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