So I was folding a table at work, and the table didn't want to fold, and then suddenly did, and whacked into the knuckle of my left thumb really hard. It was pretty painful, but not HORRIBLY so...until the next morning. Now if I push on the joint at the base of my thumb it makes a crunching sound that is...ungood. Booo.
There is no news yet on the Unbloggability. Today Hotter and I went downtown to Local Teaching Hospital for an appointment, and encountered The World's Clumsiest Phlebotomist:
Figure One: "It's this ROOM!" she exclaimed, immediately afterward. "Every time I come in this room I do that!" I would think she'd either quit drawing blood in that room or else stop putting her tacklebox down on the (sloped) seat of the chair in it when she does, but I am not a phlebotomist so what do I know.
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