So I sliced my finger up real good in the dishwasher this morning. (JP stop reading. I don't want you to faint) I was reaching into the silverware bin, didn't see a huge knife sticking out of it and cut my finger so bad it required 6 stitches. It was my fault as I had loaded the dishwasher. And thus, the lesson as always: I'm an idiot. However, it also means my posting will be light the next week or so while I wait for my hand to recover.
On a bright note, I did get to spend 5 hours in the emergency room waiting for a doctor to stitch me up. Which meant I watched the entire Italy/US Soccer match in the lobby of the Georgetown University Hospital with several other badly injured guys. After about the third hour of waiting, one of my new soccer buddies from Costa Rica told me that if I wanted, we could just go across the street to a bar, buy a bottle of Vodka and he would stitch me up himself. I thanked him profusely for his generosity but told him that I was quite happy to contine waiting for a doctor. I also switched seats and alerted the psychiatric ward to a possible loon masquerading as a Doctor in the emergency room.
So sorry Justin. I hope you will be better soon. But you did make my wife laugh, HARD.
Maybe one day I will share the day I was attacked by a liger. Almost as fierce as dishwashers. Same result.
Hmmm… are there any other scores we should know about? Like:
Blowdryer 4, Catalyst 0 (Just remembering pdxrn’s comment about your meterosexual hair)
Nosehair Trimmers 7, Catalyst 1
Bidet 12, Catalyst 3
Sounds gross. Hope you feel better soon.
Here’s an interesting fun fact for you all:
Arcane Warrior has made 116 comments in just 16 days, making him the 8th most commenting blogger in the history of City Business Church. In just 16 days!
I used to get so excited when I saw that there were new commentson the blog. Thank you, Arcane Warrior, for stealing my joy.
Justin, I am so sorry to hear about the dishwasher incident. I hope they at least gave you some good pain meds in the ER. Salud.
pdxrn – something tells me you shouldn’t have alerted him to the commentator rankings
Locutus, good point. But something tells me that he already knows about them.
That, my friend, is a FUNNY story. It sort of takes me back to a whole slough of somewhat similar things that happened whilst a friend of mine was hospitalized in Hungary last month. Think people attempting to remove their adult diapers in the hospital corridor….but it is true that no one offered to do any field surgery.
I’ve missed you guys….
Jiminy! Where have you been? Welcome back.
pdxrn, I think Jiminy’s been in Hungary…duh. That didn’t always preclude her from participating before, so maybe she just took a break from us/this blog?
Welcome back, Jiminy.
Thank you, FFTM. But I did not mean geographically….duh.
yeah…
jiminy was in greece.
so now your a tan jiminy?
are you hot yet?
hungary bad
greece good
in a world of absolutes
yeah I missed you too Jiminy
Welcome back!
Michael…
Do I know you? I was indeed in Hungary, not Greece….and I’m not sure it’s totally fair to say “Hungary bad”, though I will admit, it had its moments. And I’m not hot right now, though I was earlier today….all dressed up for a job interview, walking lots of hills in high heels in the bright Boulder sun. Thanks for asking, though….
Thanks for the welcome back….the “break” was more of a necessity than anything else — my taskmasters at the Kodaly Institute, a friend’s bout with pericarditis, 12 performances of a Hungarian opera, a voice recital, and out-of-town guests all joined forces to demand every possible moment of time for the last 2 months. But, now that I’m back in the land of opportunity….
Cat,
I think the dishwasher owed you one. The score is tied 1-1.
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Oh come now, Ligars???
Yes, it is an epic heroic struggle of one man against a half lion, half tiger that is occassionally seen wandering the metropolitan Detroit area. I vanquished it.
Was it armed? Being from there it could have been.. You never know.. You hear so much about those Detroit ligers.:/
Short version:
Found a large grey cat under deck.
Thought it was neighbors.
Took cat to neighbors
Grey cat sees neighbor cat
Grey cat shreds hand
Take grey back to my house
Lock grey cat in half bath
Tend wounds at kitchen sink
Pass out
Come to with wife crying over me and on the phone, “Mom, he passed out, what do I do.”
Said, “Dial 911″
Slow emergency night
3 municipalities show up with rescue vehicles and ladder trucks
Animal control arrives
Stomps cat to death in my back yard
The new school year began the very next day
I needed a story that was better than, “I was attacked by a stray cat”
Hence, the liger
Wow. Maybe you should rehearse what to do in case of an emergency with your wife. Call me crazy, but “Call Mom” should probably be slightly under “Call 911″.