Oh, relax, Bill. Pictures are nothing to get upset about. If it'll make you feel better, I'll ask LindaTheMom to scan some of my more embarrassing childhood snaps and email them to me so I can post them all over the Internet. Better yet, I'll have her scan my senior pictures from high school. Picture me in a white blouse with my hands folded and my chin rested upon my hands, smiling angelically before a blinding white background. And I had a perm. The other picture worth noting is of me wearing bell-bottoms and a holstein-cow-print vest. Incidentally, I had no plans to post your pictures, so fear not. Hand Report: After a treacherous battle with northeastern Ohio traffic yesterday afternoon, I arrived at my doctor's office, where I waited patiently for more than an hour in an exam room whilst reading copies of People magazine. Eventually the doctor came in, took a look at my hand, made a face that clearly evoked the sentiment, "dear christ that's disgusting," and began furiously writing a script on his prescription pad. One tetanus shot and a prescription for frighteningly enormous penicillin pills later, I was on my way home. If it doesn't look better in two days, I'm supposed to go back so they can (*blech*) cut me open and drain the infection. Again I say, hooray for pets. Said hand is much less sore today, and I'm really mastering this "typing with only 8 fingers" thing, so all is not lost.
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