Ow.

So, I had foot surgery Thursday. It sucks. Here's a little run down of the morning.

Mad Cow number plate. Who is she kidding?

Not so appropriate hospital attire: Black tights, combat boots, Steve Madden leather jacket, boyfriend shirt, derby hat.

Most stressed little woman in Brisbane, got 9 signatures off me in 5 minutes. I don't even know what I signed.

Allergic to penicillin, actifed and demazin. I fell asleep with my face on this wristband and woke up with it printed on my face. Classy.

Lovely hospital gown.

Booties.

The result of too much botox. Dodgy extensions, delirious, puffer fish lips. Ughhhhhhh.

And 20 minutes after being discharged, Dad dragged (literally dragged) me to the pub for lunch.

Yuck.