So today castor_the_cat
knocked over mug that shatered. That was bad, but it was cheap mug that we have 5 more of (of course I loved it :-( ). I went up to Karen she was feeling less than good. The day looked bad, but I was wrong I was to be a horrible day.
I went back down to sweep up the shards...in bare feet...I stumbled onto a piece of the mug. This lacerated the bottom of my food with a naste and fairly deep cut. So we needed to go to the ER. However, my car (the stick shift) was parked blocking karens car (the automatic) in the back yard and she does not drive stick. So we called all of our friends in Baltimore to see if we could get a ride or if trhey could help juggle cars.
We finally get my mom to drive us to the hospital. At the hospital, the RN I got was inept and was unable to communicate. At one point she told me not to scream from her painful handling of my foot because, and I quote, "It might scare the othe Patients". Now considering her work on me, I think the other patients should be scared: scared of getting her as their RN. Finally an MD finished up the exam and desided NOT to stitch my foot.
And will I am mostly agreeing with the idea that my foot will heel itself, but it seems we could have bandaged it up and not gone to the ER! Finally we take cabs first to eat our first and only meal of the day and fially home where I am.
A Poem from Dorthy Parker that Karen gave me:
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp;
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
As to my B-day tomorrow, Sarah Elkins, Karen and I thinking of getting together for my birthday: anyone else interested in doing something?