So, there is now a hole in my chest where a tube used to be. I've learned more in the past few days about "lung lubrication" then I ever really wanted to know. Blech. Anyways, I'm on the road to recovery. I'm making my body sign a Geneva treaty, so it will never again pull this kind of stunt. The war has been called on account of rain. .
So, today there are no team-leads, no contract managers, no real semblance of authority at work. This is a good and bad thing. Luckily, I'm not scheduled to work on christmas or chirtmas eve, so all's well there, I suppose. However, they may try and pull some tricky s**t and get me to work anyways. Enacting the art of the weasel, I am slinking out of work to the best of my sexy, sleeky, slinky abilities. Yeah, you heard me.. Sleeky.
Anyways, Happy holidays to all. I'll try and stop by, schedule and healing permitting, to say ello. Have a jolly Gaian christmas. May your chibis get all the gifts they desire, and your lungs maintain size, shape, color and clarity. Beleive me, it sucks when they don't. Like.. Gaping chest-wound sucks. mmm.. Seasoned puns.
Happy Holidays!
 Twistex · Thu Dec 23, 2004 @ 07:01pm · 1 Comments |
