Story Time.

The one that got away!

So around 2 weeks ago,my foot found a rusty nail at work and the rusty nail promptly found my bloodstream.
A few choice words later I have washed it out and applied some antiseptic.Job DONE.keep working.
Weekend rolls round and I discover a small bump on the top of my foot,'thats weird' I skeem but carry on my merry way,scoring some slabs and numerous airbowls.
Monday arrives and the bump now has a yellow tip and it looks gross,put the socks on,tie the laces and off to work I go.
Midday monday I notice the unpleasant appearance of a swollen gland in my groin.
the penny drops.
Check the wound site,completely clear.
Come end of shift and my condition has worsened dramatically,I cant really walk and am feeling pretty weak.
Arrive at medical centre,stained with paint and looking just like a labourer should after a hard days work.
WORK.
not allowed.

3 hours later I find myself under the scrutinzing eye of the doctor who asks 'have you been at work?we will have to record that and apply for workers compensation'

'nope,dont work,sorry'

'but your covered in paint?what were you doing then?'

Too which I reply sheepishly 'I consider myself abit of an artist,rather embarrasing really.'

Meds aqquired,back at home in bed,deportation avoided.
Who knew art would come in so handy!