Realizing that “winning” doesn’t feel as good as I thought it would when my new acquaintance turns white and said he’s gonna be sick because I was telling him about the time that performed surgery on myself with a Leatherman, and unwittingly tried pulling my ingrown toenail out the side of my toe, and neglected how infected my toe looked a few weeks later, thus giving myself sepsis.
I’d gotten to the part in the story where an urgent care doctor, seeing me for something unrelated, looked at my multicolor toe and said, “that’s the most infected thing I’ve ever seen.”
Omg, I hope you handle this differently nowadays!
Talking to people or having doctors take care of my ingrown toenails?
One time, at band camp…I got molested by a red head with a flute.
I’d let her.
Edit - seriously? I’m the only one who was hot for Alyson Hannigan back in the day?
coworker: skrew up its project.
me: “Don’t worry, it doesn’t matter that much, no one died. It’s not always the case.”
coworker: “Wait, what ?! what do you mean by that ?!!”
“PTSD? ABC 123… That’s how you sound.”
