Everything hurts My cement burns woke me up at 6, I rang NHS Direct at 7.30, and was sitting in A&E on their advice by 8.30.
By 10 (having understood that cement burn plus sunburn = Bad News) I had been discharged and walked in the door at home with two arms bandaged up to the elbow and one in a sling. Mick the builder quivered. Please don't tell your mother, he said, she'll fucking kill me. I reckon she'd kill me too, that's why I rang NHS Direct rather than her (she is a nurse, but from the fierce Old School).
He barrowed sand through. I read my book. I will survive.
joella
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