I had an interesting night yesterday...spent four hours in the emergency room getting the gash in my right thumb stitched up. We have a porcelain faucet knob in our shower and I went to turn it and the porcelain cracked and sliced my thumb right open. I have quite a lovely flap of skin hanging off and a deep deep laceration...all the way down to the bone! Hooray for me! The worst part of it all is the huge tennis ball size bump on the side of my head....I fainted! Now, I consider myself a real trooper and I have a pretty high tolerance for pain, but for whatever reason, fainting seems to be my weakness. In fact...I fainted twice last night...and it wasn't because of the pain! I have no idea what my problem is, I love watching medical shows, blood doesn't bother me, watching an autopsy is a lovely way to spend the evening and I would be a doctor if I liked people better, but I fucking faint! I suppose watching the blood squirt out of my gash to the rhythm of my heart beating was a bit much and I was out cold, clocked my head pretty good on the fucking floor. But you should all be so proud of me...not one tear rolled down my cheek and there was no screaming or whimpering like a bitch while they pulled back my skin flap and cleaned out the bloody laceration...in fact it was kind of cool to see what your thumb bone looks like! The worst part was the burning shots of lidocaine that they poke your open bloody wound with before you get your stitches put in. Don made the doctor write me a note saying that I should stay home from work today, otherwise, I would have gone in and worked. Not too sore, but a bit awkward. If I can recover from a shattered humours and a c-section...this gash is nothing! It's kind of exciting being a bit incapacitated...Don gets to do all the dishes for a while...and help me in the shower! Now did you boys actually think that I would show off my other gash???