So Yesterday Sucked...
Those who follow my Tweets got the extremely abbreviated version of yesterday. This is a slightly less abridged version.
When I got home from my sleep study, I failed to remember knocking over a glass in the kitchen as I was rushing out to my cab the previous evening. At some point in the afternoon, I went into the kitchen for ice cream and had to wash a spoon because my housekeeper has done God knows what with my silverware lately.
This is when I was reminded of the broken glass on the floor. Primarily, this reminder came from the feeling of it digging a nice, deep gash in the arch of my foot.
Thus it was that I ended up in the ER until about 10pm last night, and came home with, I think, three stitches. They're on the bottom of my foot, and I'm fat, so I can't really double-check.
Thankfully, the staff person on duty was nice enough to sweep up the glass while I was gone, and let night staff know I'd need my meds late.
When I got home from my sleep study, I failed to remember knocking over a glass in the kitchen as I was rushing out to my cab the previous evening. At some point in the afternoon, I went into the kitchen for ice cream and had to wash a spoon because my housekeeper has done God knows what with my silverware lately.
This is when I was reminded of the broken glass on the floor. Primarily, this reminder came from the feeling of it digging a nice, deep gash in the arch of my foot.
Thus it was that I ended up in the ER until about 10pm last night, and came home with, I think, three stitches. They're on the bottom of my foot, and I'm fat, so I can't really double-check.
Thankfully, the staff person on duty was nice enough to sweep up the glass while I was gone, and let night staff know I'd need my meds late.