Yesterday. Where to begin? It was all going so well. Like in that movie "City of Angels" where she's all happy she found love and is riding her bike all carefree, and then BAM! Semitruck.
Mine is slightly less dramatic I guess. Fine day at work. Evening massage from Sherri Smith of SmartMove massage, which was great. (I do really recommend her.) Pleasant grocery store outing for dinner goods. Then my brain goes, "why not spice it up a bit and cut veggies carelessly and cut the shit out of your finger and bleed everywhere and almost pass out and have your poor husband rush you to the ER to get 10 stitches and a tetanus shot? How about that?" And so it was.
Needless to say, typing right now sucks. And my finger hurts!