I just got home from the hospital. This clumsy digger dropped a bottle of Starbuck's Frappuccino on her foot. Well, all hell broke loose. I'm cursing, Joe's yelling, the cat's are running around. So I turn on the light and see a red lake where my foot is supposed to be. What a mess. I got twelve stitches and the most excruciating nerve block in my foot. I don't cry a lot, but I think they probably heard me down the street during that part. I did manage to snap a few shots because, well, I don't know why, but I won't post them on here. The pictures aren't actually as bad as the real thing. My Mom always said be proud of your scars. I'm all wired from novocaine now, is the only thing besides the throbbing. Just needed to whine a little.[
] Also, this seems like the kind of bloody story guys would get a kick out of[]
Thanks. Goodnight.
Laur
] Also, this seems like the kind of bloody story guys would get a kick out of[]Thanks. Goodnight.
Laur
