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Well thanks to all you people who nagged me into going to the hospital. That's four hours of my life I'll never get back!
I'm joking obviously - thanks to David, Ron, Carla, Carine, El Guru, and the people at work for making me get it over with. I am completely unbroken. I do however have a completely unrelated polyp up my left nostril. Ace.
I walked home from the hospital via the scene of the crime and was looking suspiciously at Rhoda-high walls and lampposts. But hey, the drink's not necessarily to blame. I have been known to walk into lampposts before. Especially as a clumsy kid. I was chatting with my mum last night about the time she sent me for a wash and I slammed the bathroom door so hard that all the glass fell out. We laughed and laughed. Last night, that is, not when I was five. I got sent to bed then!

The guru has been helping me design "Accident here - can u help?" posters to reconstruct the incident: "On Saturday a small woman got completely wankered.....did you see anything? Did you laugh?"
I am very tempted to do this. We also thought of using a sad picture of me with a donation hotline, which would pay for Christmas hopefully.

My eye's gone down a lot and the cuts are healing. We have a BIG Head Office person coming into work tomorrow - I am planning to say "Hey Mike babe, scuse the face, got plastered as usual..."

This will get me a pay rise for sure.