I was at the pub on Saturday night - it was about 1.00 in the morning, and I was waiting for a cab. I decided that I had better go to the dunny before I left, so I went back inside. The next thing I remember, I was on the ground in the bathroom bleeding profusely.
3 hours, $350.00 and 7 seven stitches later, I got home. I went to my mum’s after the emergency room, and almost gave her a heart attack when she got up the next day and saw the receipt for ‘facial suturing’ from the hospital.
I am really pissed off about this, and am trying to find out who did it. I am waiting to hear back from the manager of the pub, who is a mate of mine, and who is looking into it. The doctor thinks that I may have to see a plastic surgeon, depending on how my lip heals. They are not too impressed at work, as it doesn’t look to flash having a young solicitor with a mouth full of stitches.
I hope I find this arsehole, as I am going to recover at least the money that the stitches cost, and possibly the fees if I have to see a surgeon. I can’t recall doing anything to bring on this attack.
Oooh! That’s a damn drag, pal. Have you talked to the cops? I know they won’t go looking for anybody unless it happens a lot, but it might be helpful down the line to have the report on file. Like when you find the fucker.
I’m not really sure why it happened. I would like to say that I did nothing wrong, but I have been known to be a smartarse, so perhaps I said something that pissed him off - not that that would be a justification.
The doctor asked to check my knuckles to see if there were any scrapes that had to be disinfected, and they were totally unmarked.
I think I will see the police this arvo, as if I find him and make a claim against him, a police report would help. I should probably take a couple of photos.
