Chris took the other car to work, which shouldn't have been a big deal. The problem arose when I decided to feed Jazz. They should make those pull-tab cans with warnings. I ended up cutting my finger open, and bleeding all over the house. I was a wee bit hysterical when I called Chris at work to ask him where the closest medical clinic was. Like my knight in shining armour, he took me to the clinic. It turns out that I had to get one freezing needle and two stitches.

I have to say that I am quite proud of the fact that it has been over one year since my last hospital/clinic visit (which resulted in TWO feezing needles and two stitches. My next goal is a year and half.
Stay tuned for the next exciting installment of the Raines adventure!
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hi, read your blog! So fun to hear what you are up to. I'm going to put you on my blog as a link (is that cool?)
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