onomatopoopa

Come visit us, as Diane did, and this is how you can spend your week...

Second emergency room visit: they drilled a hole in Katie's fingernail to drain the "massive subungual hematoma" -- the tremendous amount of thick, black blood that was collecting under her fingernail, causing tremendous pain.

Freddie: the splint she wore for the first 10 days.

Susie: the splint she wears now, after visiting the orthopaedist.

Leftie: for comparison.

My first trip to the emergency room.

My first broken bone.

Ouch--who knew a finger could hurt this much?

Tell me about the first time you broke a bone... Misery loves company, right? :-)

Granted.

Why do people tell me things I really don't want to know about? This particularly happens with coworkers and people in our branch. I have learned about:

women going through menopause
periods
breastfeeding habits (are you noticing a trend here?)
Note: this happened after I posted this, but someone just spoke to me about their son's pubic hair development. What is WRONG WITH PEOPLE???

But it doesn't stop there, I've also learned about coworkers who are going to get fired and why certain people hate other people. Is it the nature of my job? I do not gossip with people as I've learned from experience that it is NOT good for anyone. But how on earth do I get people to stop telling me things? Advice would be appreciated--for my own sanity.

What happened to the dignity of privacy?

For some time now I have been convinced that nothing good ever happens on Tuesdays, and in fact, everything bad always happens on that fateful day. The universe has just proven me wrong. 

 Congratulations Bart!!