Hospitals. Not so bad actually.

As most of you know, I HATE hospitals, doctors, pretty much anyone in a white coat is fair game to the snipers. (Someday I will be able to afford those snipers and you will all be SO SORRY!)
But today wasn't that bad!
I had to go alone, that scared the shit out of me, but I forced myself not to run away.
The doctor was nice (!!), polite (!!!) and actually took the time to explain everything to me (ah,there's the first flying pig).
The nurses were friendly, one of them even held my hand when the doctor had to use a syringe of anaesthetic to numb my lip. ( I hate needles! they make me freak out)
The actual cutting and sewing on my lip only took about ten minutes, and then the nice nurse helped me up and showed me to a room with a pretty view and comfy-comfy chairs where I rested for twenty minutes, just to make sure I was ok before they sent me home.
My lower lip looks like I stole it of Angelina Jolie, (not as sexy as you'd think, really), and I'll be living of soup for a day or two, but at least that fucking lump is gone! *happydance*
My faith in humanity isnt exactly restored, but the nice nurse and the comfy chair did help a teensy bit.
I'm still getting the snipers though. Just so you know.