The past few weeks has been all about learning life's little lessons - the hard way. I would love to say I'm the type of person who learns from the mistakes of others, but let's be honest - I'm the person others learn from.
The Friday before last it was pouring rain, and I didn't want to leave the house to get lunch. I decided to eat a can of ravioli (totally healthy and pregnancy friendly). I opened the can most of the way with my trusty can opener, and proceeded to dump the ravioli into a bowl. The lid stuck. Being the brilliant and sophisticated person that I am, I stuck my fingers into the can to pull back the lid (enter creative expletives here). Three hours, one ER visit, one tetanus shot and five stitches later, I learned not to use my fingers to pull back the lids of tin cans. That was the most expensive can of uneaten ravioli EVER.
On a related note - I had my stitches removed this weekend. I stopped at the drug store to pick up some band aids. I picked up the more expensive waterproof bandages, thinking that would be the wisest choice for my still-healing phalanges. I learned today that just because the package says "waterproof" does not mean that water cannot leak in through the top or bottom of the bandage, turning injured fingers into injured prunes. Note to self - buy the less expensive old-school band aids. You will have to change them just as often.
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