Gally me, I'm gallbladder free!
So that's the good news. It was all good for the most part (with the odd complication - it just wouldn't have been right had it been as simple as planned), I won't bore you - or perhaps that should be gore you? - with the details. Simply put: doctors 1, gallbladder 0.
So now, three weeks on, we resume regular programming.
You may recall the filling fiasco I had a few posts back involving 8 injections. The one that scarred me for life. But you know that old saying 'face your fears'? Well, my face is about to. Holey hell, as the blog title describes. 20 days from today, just enough time to psych myself up into a frenzy. SUPER. I'm 80% sure that it's the most problematic filling from the trip just gone by that's fallen out. Damn you Uni dentist, damn you.
Anyway, onto the side of puffy.
Hayfever. Need I say more. Perhaps I should. This year, nature has conspired against me. At work on Thursday, my eyes started to feel sore and itchy. 'Get over it Thomo, that happens to us all!' I hear you cry.
Well, fast-forward approximately 12 hours until 3am, and cue waking up to the feeling of my face on fire, and my eyes swollen to double their normal size. And why stop there, the pollen army declared. My mouth and surrounding area transformed into a 'Why so serious' Joker image. If only it was Halloween.
First week of work, and I become Coco the Clown. They say first impressions never last. I bloody hope not.
