'The winch that ate his finger' or 'How I spent the night at the Hospital'

Bad things happen. After 5 P.M.
Don't worry, I did not take photos. I was having enough trouble not spending the whole evening doubled over on the floor, rocking back and forth with my hands over my ears singing in a high falsetto. It's been a week that can only be described using words that nice Jehovah's Witness girls are not supposed to use. Apparently winches like fingers and apparently Dr.s are relunctant to reattached mangled tips. But I want to know: Where ARE all the cute interns? The doctor did not live up to my expectations either, looking nothing like Patrick Dempsey (I can never look at him the same way, however, after Ari's post) or George Clooney.


Blogger Baking and Books said...

Oh man, I hope your finger is doing better? It sounds like it was painful! :(


5/23/2006 6:34 PM  
Blogger K said...

Not mine luckily (or unluckily as the case may be). Although it probally should have been, I need mine alot less.

5/24/2006 1:49 PM  

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