Friday, October 26, 2007
Crushed bones and crap. Don't worry. It's old stuff, not new.
Back in March, 1993, I went downstairs to the log pile to get some more logs to log ONto the fireplace. The pile shifted and downloaded Onto my left foot. The next morning, my foot looked like a plum dropped from 2 stories. I went to the ER. I was hurting. They x-rayed my foot. And behold. I have a sewing needle in my toe. A broken needle. I impressed the doctors and nurses with that. It even sets off my son's metal detector. Check it out folks.
(Note to Ticky: You inspired me to go find my own x-ray. Hope pinkie is mending properly.)
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Dang it, Rosie! You scared me. I thought you had just had an accident. But how in the world did you end up with a broken needle in your foot? And how did you get it out?
ReplyDeleteLike Marilyn said, how did you end up with a broken needle in your foot??
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