||[May. 21st, 2007|11:04 pm]
I'm just home from after-work drinks with the boys & I'm legless. By which I mean I'm drunk & I broke my prosthetic leg. The lock which stops my knee from bending while I walk is busted which means I'm gonna have to go into the office on crutches tomorrow.
It's not until the fucking thing breaks that I realise how much I actually rely on it. I can't wear it in its current state without fear of falling over and breaking my leg proper (which I've done on more than one occasion). It also means I'm gonna have to deal with the bloody NSW prosthetics system & believe me when I say they wouldn't know their ears from their arseholes.