I reached to open a drawer and the knob broke off. Right onto my middle finger. Apparently the knobs are porcelain and they are really sharp. It cut my pretty deep and I took one look at it and knew I needed stitches. Cristina came over to give me a second opinion. Her vote was yes, stitches were indeed in order. There went my morning of unpacking. Dang.
I grabbed some gauze pads to control the bleeding and stopped in at WW to get weighed. I lost 1.2 lbs this week. (It may have been been the blood loss) and then Cristina treated me to some coffee before I set out to the walk-in clinic to get stitched up.
Six stitches later, I have a Franken-finger.
After the ordeal (ha ha) I headed to work (it's still Welcome Weekend for freshmen) to see a comedian, a BBQ dinner, and then to the first football game of the season.
The Mascot (Swoop) and I at the football gameI woke up this morning to the sound of a hot air balloon outside. Kind of random. But neat. I stood on the deck watching it for a bit.