MEDIC ALERT!

Friday

After successfully tackling the water pump job, I was on a roll and decided to get going with the 'toilet job'.

After re-drilling the new hole for the 50mm pipe and filling in the old one with epoxy, it was time to sand down and neaten everything up. Enter the Stanley Knife (box cutter for the Yanks ;-). 

Well, it slipped and I managed to stab myself in the forearm. Fortunately the blade was fairly clean, with no rust. I did not realise that it was so deep, anyway I called my trusty side-kick, Kieran to get the medical kit and made my way into the saloon. I wiped the wound and opened it up for Kieran to squeeze in some Bactroban. I then realised how deep the wound was and put some big plasters on and a bandage and made my way to the marina office. A cab was called and we got to the hospital in 40 mins.

After all that drama, the doc only gave me two stitches and a dose of antibiotics and said I was very lucky that I didn't damage any tendons. 

A great excuse for being handicapped, is that you are off cooking duty...and everything else, albeit only for the rest of the day... I decided to get a takeaway from the ladies that sell their street food outside. On the menu was BUSSUP!

I think it's supposed to mean BUST UP. The bussup part is a Roti skin (deep fried pancake dough) which is broken up into pieces or bust up!

Served with a chicken curry and mango pickle, YUM!!!