Dropped a burette in lab today...was picking it up and I probably held it too hard. It cut across my hand and then I got asked to wait outside the lab. She was nice enough to dress up the cut ...Ironically, she never yelled at me. Knowing her though, I’m sure she’ll question when she gets a chance again. Got home and mama freaked out..............
And then again this isn’t even the thing that I care about screwing up. Lekin when I honestly care, I end up coming across as if I’m trying to withdraw...... My bad. I deserve to sulk.
It’s hurting me like hell......... this time, there’re no painkillers.
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