Hil, that is also shit-bananas WTFish.

But I expect no less from you.

Since I'm writing about her at the moment, I will note that Tammy Wynette had 26 major surgeries during her life.

I wonder how that compares to Liz Taylor, who also has quite the close relationship with hospitals.

I gave in, peoples. I decided to move at least one unit to the second floor (live in basement in the off season.) So I did.

Hey, sweaty, so while I'm at it...

AC humming in bedroom now. Not perfectly placed, lacks the perma-baffles and insulation tape, but it means I'll sleep upstairs tonight.

Please mock me. I got to June before.

My notable scar: my right index finger, which has a malformed nail and no tendon from the first knuckle down (the scar tissue is what lets it bend). Guess who's metalshop teacher forgot to give the safety talk about using pliers to hold pieces of metal against the grinding wheel? Guess who walked into class the next day loopy on codeine, announced "I'm never coming back, and you're giving me an A+" ?

the puddle of sauce had spread over an empty outlet on an extension cord, and the sauce had conducted the electricity through the puddle and into my hand.

Still wins on WTFery.

I have no particularly interesting scars other than the back surgery, the reason for which also coincides with my worst pain. I'm efficient like that.

This ranks up there with "electric shock from Alfredo sauce" on the WTFery scale.

Once I have a webcam and can skype, I'll gladly tell the story with visuals. It lacks something without.

But suffice to say, Columbine and Edleweis were pissed that their kids were taken from them (by Farmeress Smith) and fed by me every dawn. They each weighed about 300 lbs and in the middle of the attack, both reared up on their back legs, ran a few paces and hit me in the midsection with their 1.25inch thick skulls. I flew. There was a lot of blood. Trampling followed. Were it not for Farmer Smith and his trusty power-wash hose, the old girls might have killed me.

Worst pain: Ruptured ovarian cyst

Since Nashville Electric appears to be Tweeting but says it will respond to an e-mail in two to three days, would it be tacky to tweet "@NESpower My 84-year-old mother is one of the 441 customers affected by the 1068555 outage report listed on your outage map, which still says 'No crew assigned.'"

I couldn't begin to say what my worst pain was. My relationship to pain and injury is, predictably, out of whack.

I was just looking through my LJ to see if I could find my head to toe scar inventory, and instead I found a long one about re-tearing my ligaments in my right ring finger after an injury. Instead of going to a doctor to do it, I used to have a friend wrench the bent joint straight each night over dinner. Rereading it--I had completely forgotten it hurt so much, and I kept doing it. Finger works okay now, so it paid off.

Since Nashville Electric appears to be Tweeting but says it will respond to an e-mail in two to three days, would it be tacky to tweet "@NESpower My 84-year-old mother is one of the 441 customers affected by the 1068555 outage report listed on your outage map, which still says 'No crew assigned.'"

I would totally do it.

Guess who's metalshop teacher forgot to give the safety talk about using pliers to hold pieces of metal against the grinding wheel?

Please say you got the grade and he got fired.

I forgot to add that, when I was 8ish, a neighbor 'jokingly' handed me a hot soldering iron. I took it, as instructed. Weird how I still remember it as a 'cold' sensation before the actual pain kicked in. They used the now-prohibited butter as a salve. It's a miracle I have readable lines on my palms. Pretty much lost all the surface area at the time. Still...no scar.

I'm beginning to wonder about all this. I have had some unfunny injuries...but haven't scarred much. Weird, that.