Roger + Sharp Objects = ...
I just came back from the hospital -- I was talking to my sister on the phone while cutting meat to make double-cooked pork, and ... SLICE ... right into my thumb. I wouldn't stop bleeding, so Carl (who was already getting dressed for work) insisted that I should go to the hospital with him since I'd probably need a stitch.
I'm back after waiting forever (there were TONS of people waiting to be seen, and all of them, it seems, needed it far greater than my little boo boo), I got my finger "glued" and was given a tetanus shot (just in case -- my record was lapsed anyways), and sent on my way. Because there's no bus service on Sundays around here I had to get a cab voucher to get home. :: blush :: Meanwhile, Carl was getting hell from one of his coworkers about "robbing the cradle" with me, under the belief that Carl is in his 40's -- oh was he pleased by that one. 9_9
I'm back after waiting forever (there were TONS of people waiting to be seen, and all of them, it seems, needed it far greater than my little boo boo), I got my finger "glued" and was given a tetanus shot (just in case -- my record was lapsed anyways), and sent on my way. Because there's no bus service on Sundays around here I had to get a cab voucher to get home. :: blush :: Meanwhile, Carl was getting hell from one of his coworkers about "robbing the cradle" with me, under the belief that Carl is in his 40's -- oh was he pleased by that one. 9_9