injured, injured bad

guess what?? i sustained my first real injury of the house construction saga!!

it's actually not that cool. i will, however, in the tradition of thai men who are slightly inebriated, show you a picture of it.

last night, พ่อ did that thing he does sometimes where it's getting to be kind of late, and he tells me and nick to get in the truck. and then we go do something that doesn't make much sense. last night, we went to visit his friend who recently had surgery to remove rocks and cement from his insides (apparently, he lived in saudi arabia for four years and drank some dirty heifer water or something; again, intoxication?), and first thing, he lifted up his shirt, peeled away his bandages, and proudly displayed his really gnarly stitches. then he tucked them away and waddled off, only to repeat the whole process whenever somebody new ambled in. when we finally decided to go home, we didn't actually go home, but instead stopped at a roadside eating place (wait. restaurant?) and ate pink chicken's eggs that had been boiled until they turned into brown jello with black yolks, garnished with ginger slices and roasted peanuts. mm. the dish's name is "really ugly. should not eat," and i might agree.

oh, but i digress. here's the photo of what i did when shoveling cement into my bucket to FINALLY finish that stage of The House (that blasted bathroom counter has been taunting me for 2 weeks now), but instead of stabbing the pile, i stabbed my foot, because i am smart.


mmm.

and that's cement, not flesh-eating fungus. enjoy.