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[aplacetodream]

On Saturday I got four stitches in my finger. I saw my knuckle bone while I was waiting for them to stitch me up. I've been on hydrocodone since Saturday evening. I'm really groggy and can't concentrate on anything,but at least they've brought my appetite back. Tomorrow is taco salad night.

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[aspiring_squid]

What the hell did you do?

[aplacetodream]

I was cleaning at my Granny Lou's house and because she has so much stuff all over the place, the straight razors she had sitting right behind the faucet just kind of blended in with everything else. So, while I was cleaning around the faucet, I tore up my finger. It was actually kind of funny because Dad was downstairs and he said "Alaina, let's go." and at this point I'm starting to cry from panic and am in 'oh shit oh shit' mode. I go downstairs with a papertowel barely stopping the bleeding and all I can say to Dad is "Stitches! Stitches!"....he doesn't think it's a funny story