Parental Discretion Advised

Warning - this post contains strong language.

Bastard.

My leg hurts. The cut in my groin gives me a sharp, stabbing pain if I move too quickly. The top of my thigh is bruised and feels like I've been kicked by a horse. Worst of all is the itching.

Fecking. Bastard. Sod.

It feels as if I've got an army of ants dancing a samba up and down my leg. I guess that the hairs must be growing back under the sticking plaster or something, but it is driving me absolutely mental. It's a nice sunny day outside, but that just means that my leg is going to be sweaty which will make it itch all the more. I've got to wait until Monday until I can see the nurse to have it off - ooh, er, missus, fnar fnar.

Godamn son of a bitch.

And it's my birthday tomorrow.

Arse.