But then again, everything I need know about designing a blog can be found on the World Wide Web. EVERYTHING...including how to center my blog header.
So, on to the band-aid.
About a week ago, I attended a going-away party for a dear friend...KIMMY!
Don't ask...me & Kimmy at Ivy's slumber party...FUN!
Kim & Teryka
Man DOWN! Celebrating Missy's Birthday...yes that's Kim with her head down on the table...GOOD TIMES!
Me, Kim & Shelly...prior to the MAN DOWN incident....
BYE KIMMY...MAY YOU BE BLESSED ON YOUR NEW ENDEAVORS IN THE ATL...If you see T.I. tell him to call me...Okay, I digressed. So, I attended a going-away party a week ago and a few people asked, "What's with the band-aid?"
THIS resulted from:
A seemingly simple errand to the alteration shop turned into a trip to a local URGENT CARE facility for a tetanus shot. Talk about a total errand FAIL! While gathering my belongings in the dressing room, I bent down to pick up my keys and stabbed myself in the leg with a stick pin.
No big deal I thought...until my leg started stinging. Without looking, I reached down to scratch my leg and my hand encountered a warm liquid substance. At that point I looked down and observed a pool of blood on my shorts.
Alarmed, I jumped into my vehicle and yanked my shorts up to assess the damage. When I peered at my leg I noticed a large lumpy bruise started to form.
Concerned, I drove down the street to Wal-Mart's clinic, but the Physician's Assistant on staff stated (rather coldly), "The clinic's services do not include emergency care." He did however refer me to an Urgent Care center around the corner.
Long story short, I arrived at the emergency facility and received a tetanus shot for a grand total of $150. MY INSURANCE SUCKS...YOU'D THINK THEY'D OFFER TEACHERS BETTER INSURANCE...BUT "THEY" DO NOT!
So, the lesson to be learned...
ALWAYS look your best when you leave the house. You never know when you may need emergency care services. And wouldn't you know it, the attending physician turned out to be HOT & CUTE! And wouldn't you know it...your truly looked partially busted wearing a less than stellar tank top and well-worn shorts w/flip flops.
I thought about returning to Urgent Care for a follow up, but at $150 a pop, Dr. Wally will be the one who got away...thanks in part to me looking a H.A.M. (hot a** mess)!
O yeah, another lesson to be learned...
Be careful in the alteration shop with stick pins.