Last night I was installing a paper towel rack in the new camper. As I reached for the drill, I apparently knocked it off the counter and on to my foot. I yowled (surprisingly profanity free), and limped up stairs, with blood eeping out of a new hole in my foot.
Ellyn and I managed to soak and wash the injury. After some color returned to my face, I bandaged the injury and went about my work.
This morning the injury was a bruise color and still bleeding a little. I decided a trip to the ER wasn't a bad idea. I went, sat for 1:15 only to be told with out seeing any one that I should go home because they were too busy for me.
I went back around 1pm to find them still 3 hours behind. If they are so busy why haven't they called in help? Who knows, other than they are all probably playing the in the Golf Tournament.
Who is this nut?
- kired
- "You need to believe in things that aren't true. How else can they become?" T. Pratchett
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