Book tag

Okie here goes.

1. Pick up nearest book

The Last Battle By C.S Lewis

2. Open book to page 123 and find third sentence.

When you are using every muscle to the full - ducking under a spear point here, leaping over it there, lunging forward, leaping back, wheeling around -you haven't much time to feel either frightened or sad.

3. Post the next 5 sentences.

Tirian knew he could do nothing for the others now; they were all doomed together. He vaguely saw the Boar go down on one side of him, and Jewel fighting furiously on the other.Out of the corner of one eye he saw, but only just saw, a big Calormene pulling Jill somewhere by her hair. But he hardly thought about any of these things. His only thought now was to sell his life as dearly as he could.

I'm not going to tag anyone else because I think they've all been tagged already.

Brain Surgery

As most of you will know by now (no doubt from my constant whinging on MoH about how much pain I'm in) I had a couple of sebaceous cysts removed from my scalp on Monday.

Needles being stuck into my head didn't bother me (3 allergy injections, once a week for five months kind of makes you used to them).

The removing of hair from the areas I could live with (it'll grow back).

The sound of the scalpel sawing through skin and hair I did my best to ignore (I kept up a constant barrage of chatter to distract myself).

The cauterising of the wounds I could put up with (mainly because I wasn't told beforehand that would be part of the procedure).

The strange sensation of feeling stitches being tugged through your skin without actually feeling pain, I'm kind of used to (accident prone child at large).

The thing that has bothered me most?

Not being able to wash my hair :(

Needless to say I've ignored the docs instructions to wait till the weekend. I now have nice clean hair, only minimal amounts of dried blood still attached and very sore, raw wounds.
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I hope no one was eating dinner whilst reading this post ;-)