SuperPhobia

I’ve been up all night doing my usual neverending work. Now i’m crazyfucking paranoid when something sharp is near my hands.

Yesterday, lovely lovely Ashley was retelling me how her similar finger-mutation experience was. She was cutting art board as well. The difference is *she* had cut right thru her nail but there was a little bit of skin holding it all together… so she went to the hospital to have it reconstructed. When she told me about it a week later, i had laughed at her. I thought it was funny at that time… Yesterday, she got her own back.

We were in her car on the way to the doctor’s…

“Did you wash it?”
“nO. I put it under the tap for like one sec and it was damn painful…”
“oh, then the doctor will wash it for you… they’ll use alcohol. Wah, damn fucking pain i tell you!”
*whimper* “eH. Can you please not say that now? I’m going to cry if you continue…” *finds is hard to breathe*

Waiting for the doctor…

“Oh you have to put your hand in a plastic bag while you bathe…”
“Wah. Damn difficult right….”
“Yea lor.” *big unsympathetic eyes*
“Then how to wash hair?”
“Use one hand la, take damn long wan.”
“Aiyo…”
After a few seconds…
“Somemore you got long hair. hA!” *gleeful grin*
*big horrified ashley-is-fucking-evil face*

When i was seeing the doctor, i was totally freaking inside when she pushed this silver trolley with lots of sharp metal thingies and liquids on it towards me.
omg omg omg she’s gonna clean it oh fuck oh fuck ash said damn pain earghhh
I actually whispered out loud to myself, ‘Oh. My… God…’
You might have laughed if you were there.

On a sad note, Louis‘s dog died.

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