I've had a blog before, and just like what happens with your first car, or child, I deleted it and vowed to have another one when I was ready. By ready I mean more interesting. Months have past and that hasn't really happened yet, however, I do have an interesting story.
Ladies and gentlemen of the blogosphere, last Thursday I broke my vagina.
The event has already been written about it here and to cut along story short I was bumping uglies with the old man I have been bumping uglies with for a while now and something happened and I was in a world of pain. I burst a blood vessel in my vag apparently.
The situation has created a lot of mirth from family and friends, my father has already given the old man some grief, my brothers and sisters have given me a lot of grief and a lot of my friends find the situation hilarious. Which it is, except I can't move and have been bed ridden for days.
Highlights of 'the incident' include:
- sending all three of my sisters a picture of my swollen and purple vagina and the reaction that followed
- lying in the emergency room in a world of agony waiting for a blood test to come back while the old man snored next to me in the single hospital bed
- Getting to ring people and say 'I broke my vagina'
- The Irish doctor writing in my medical letter that I was a 'poor young lass'
- The old man's flatmate is the PR guy for a football team which lost on the weekend. The old man has been looking after me and when I said it wouldn't be a very good atmosphere at his place because of the loss he said 'yeah, but at least it's his job to look after 13 smashed cunts'
Anyway, here's hoping this blog doesn't meet the same grisly end as the last blog. Or my vagina.
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