Nailed.

I was Rusty Nailed yesterday. Not the drink. Or the sexual position. I mean a rusty nail pierced my virgin flesh. Made it BLEED. I'm actually surprised that I lived to blog the tale. They wanted to give me a total blood transfusion and stitch and staple it up the gaping wound with about a hundred or so stitches. And some industrial grade epoxy. And then a CAT scan to be safe. And put in one of those throat thingys Stephen Hawking has. But I declined. I'm tough like that. Tough as rusty nails. Maybe even tougher.

But just to make the 32 paramedics, 5 firemen and 1 trauma surgeon (who all rallied around me in my darkest hour) feel better I agreed to get a Tetanus shot. So off to doctors I went today. Apparently I was 3 years overdue for mine. Once every 10 years people. And you should have seen the needle! It took 2 nurses to bring it in. Left a hole the size of a grape in my arm. No problem - I stuffed my gum in there. Like a real hero.

So I'm topped up. Good to go. Tetanus proof. And you know what that means.........?

Irresponsible Drinking and Rusty Nail Throwing Party At Sarah's House! BYOB.....and nails.