Convalescing a la @ the Boy's

I am on the couch, and I suspect that maybe my butt is growing into the couch... doesn't look like I'm going to be much more than part of the furniture for some time yet. Merryn sent me a link to a site called mybrokenleg.com which is a site for people with broken legs. As the name might suggest.

The Boy is EXTREMELY VIGILANT in his looking after me, extra fab it must be said. My abilities on crutches are slowly improving... not only making trips to the bathroom and back but also up and down the hallway, just when the whim takes me.

In other news, New Zealand is sending another especially liberated young woman to the Miss Universe pageant in Vietnam. And by "liberated" I mean she has big tits:

Horowhenua hottie. A genius turn of phrase there... alliteration is everything.

The Cultural Costume, of which Beatrice was especially scathing: "The most obscene bastardisation of a Maori costume ever." "She looks like some kind of angry goth manga chick." "She looks like someone from the Tribe who grew up." Heh. Too accurate with that last one, methinks.

And: The glamour shot."It's like the cover of a porn DVD... I love it." This quote could have only come from Shannon, lets face it.

My leg aches... possibly need more drugs from my exceptional pharmacopia. Having a broken ankle sucks arse more than I can possibly express in more words. Lots of gesturing and gurning needed to fully describe the horror.

Feeling sleepy. Went to bed at half nine nearly every night at the hospital... Feeling vaguely nostalgic about my experience now. Ugh, too weird.