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i get the tweezers and dig | 2001-05-10 | 8:31 a.m.


two things from last night.

there was a dream in which i was thrift store shopping, and everything i wanted was free. some sort of we're-giving-it-away-today sale...quite odd. all i wanted was a peachy-orangy dress that was all flowy with beading sewn into the top. yeah. sounds like something i would never ever own...just odd.

then my horrible office mate bizzatch stomped in for a few minutes, asking me where things were in the store and such, then pounded out. odd. somehow i ended up with her cell, and i decided to keep it for a few days so she would not be able to call her annoying family/freinds at work. ha! i win! ...well, not really, only a dream.

but, before the dream, something really odd happened. damnit. fucking drunken-surgeon-prickz0rs. damnit.

so i was idly running hands over my body, when i found a little rough bump under my right breast.

i, of course, scratched and scraped at it...i also took a peek at it (not really in a place i can easily see...) and noticed how blue the skin was there.

blue!

do veins look like that, this shade of blue? i thought they were darker. curious me and more *scratch*scratch* for the origin of the vein, and all i found was a little stiff hair like sharp, stubbly thing.

by this time i was a little grossed out, the human body fascinates and disgusts me in high levels. ok. so what the fuck is this? it is fucking blue! and i look around the area and there is more blue off to the left side of this little bump, and i think veins again, but they are not made out of...

plastic. oh fuck.

at this point i get the tweezers and dig dig dig and pull and dig, and finally a three inch long electric blue plastic surgical stitch comes out! holy fuck.

and i am totally icked, and this time save the ick-source thread thing, as proof.

you know, i would have thought they would have taken this out 5yrs. ago with the rest of the stitches. its been inside my body for 5 years!

ok, i'm all grossed out now.

fucker.

shit.


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