wth

the barbee doesn't smell too good when it's the smell of your own flesh burning. urgh. just came back from the hospital from having a small tumor removed from my thumb. now i'm just waiting for my thumb to fall off from the pain. it's gonna happen any minute now.

i never knew how important the thumb is. after this morning, i've been reduced to eating my dim sum with a spoon like a 5 year old because erm i don't have the ability to operate the chopsticks properly. and it's a thoroughly frustrating and embarrassing experience when you spend 10 minutes at the urinal trying to button your jeans because people give you that dirty look as though you're playing with yourself. but i refuse to give in to the temptation of zippers, for real men wear button-fly jeans. zippers are for 5 year olds. see the irony?

i guess i'll just have to live without it for a couple of weeks until the gaping hole in my thumb gets closed up. which means another 2 trips to the hospital this week to check on the progress. ah how i loathe hospitals: the nurse who applied the anesthesia told me it was going to hurt a little. so i thought, 'nah it's probably just a sting'. so she preceded to stick a giant needle in my thumb. up till this point i was still smiling, and that was until SHE EFFING PUSHED THE WHOLE EFFING NEEDLE INTO MY THUMB D: THE WHOLE THING! i could swear my thumb was falling off at that instant.

and the smell of burning flesh under a lazer. not pleasant at all. kinda smells like the stuff dentists use. meh. glad the ordeal is over. now off to fight that bitch of an infection that's just waiting to take my thumb away from me any one of these days now.

+listening to: nothing