It all happened in the blink of an eye - my hand reaching into my cupboard to put in a packet and coming out, snagging my skin on a rusted darn nail sticking out of the wood, the pin prick, the cut and I was condemned. Out came the dettol and the water and the cotton (too dramatic ? ok - chuck the cotton) :-)
A detailed look at the offending nail told me that I would be better off getting a anti-tetanus injection, for the nail looked rusty enough to have been sticking out since 1720 B.C. (or somewhere thereabouts when the carpenter's saw was invented)...I wonder how many unsuspecting victims it has claimed ?
Well, anyhow - there was no getting around the fact that it could get septic, so off I went to the doc, duly escorted by Pappu the rockstar and Anupam the gentle giant (who were also kind enough to postpone their pakoda-cooking plans till I was treated). And there it was that, in a flash, that nurse stabbed my unsuspecting bottom with the venom of the Wickipanda catbuchko - at least thats what it feels like now - it definitely could not have been a simple anti-tetanus injection.
Last night passed in torment, with every turn I took making me land on my injured posterior and interrupting the nightmares I was having with a spasm.....
Shake your bon-bon ? A la Ricky Martin ? Sowwy dude, but i got enough pain to live with for now.....
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It's obvious how you felt about 510 when you said "Right now this house is livable - we have to make it lovable". Very inspirational...
Now that your buns are fun again, let's make Basanti's life hell.
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