Now, there was no need for that...
Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
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Skin
Eh-up,
A while ago, having just started a new job, I happened to look down at my hands. They had gone pink and itchy.
Fast forward a few days - my whole body was pink and itchy.
Fast forward a few more days - my skin was falling off.
Fast forward a few more days again - my skin had turned to Parmesan cheese, I had a raging temperature, my face (and the rest of me) was so swollen I could not recognise myself in the mirror and my appetite had disappeared. I became more and more delirious and was (eventually) sent to hospital by the docs.
After two days they worked out I had developed a nasty reaction to medication which I had been taking for a crick in the neck. So, I had effectively been poisoning myself.
I was then put in the geriatric bladder ward for a couple of days.
It took me three months to recover.
Loved every moment. Or, rather, I didn't.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2005, 12:19, Reply)
Eh-up,
A while ago, having just started a new job, I happened to look down at my hands. They had gone pink and itchy.
Fast forward a few days - my whole body was pink and itchy.
Fast forward a few more days - my skin was falling off.
Fast forward a few more days again - my skin had turned to Parmesan cheese, I had a raging temperature, my face (and the rest of me) was so swollen I could not recognise myself in the mirror and my appetite had disappeared. I became more and more delirious and was (eventually) sent to hospital by the docs.
After two days they worked out I had developed a nasty reaction to medication which I had been taking for a crick in the neck. So, I had effectively been poisoning myself.
I was then put in the geriatric bladder ward for a couple of days.
It took me three months to recover.
Loved every moment. Or, rather, I didn't.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2005, 12:19, Reply)
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