the full story....

so we all went to tucker's... a groovy place in burlington where you eat for free on your bday... but sadly, i failed to make reservation so we had to wait 30/45 mins. we decided to wait outside. in the meantime, jenny jojo and sada gave me my bday present: a big mother cap shotgun! how delighted i was... and impatient.. so i took out my little pocket knife and started cutting away at the plastic cuffs that secured the gun to the cardboard. being me... my hand slipped and i cut myself... i immediately applied pressure to the cut, and started jumping up/down laughing hysterically saying,(to jen) i've cut myself.. i think i need stitches... and again... being me... jen thought i was kidding... then everyone saw the blood... and sada ran to get papertowls for me... 15 seconds later, i informed them all that i was going into shock... and i did... so they lead me to the car.. and as they're trying to get me in... i'm focusing on not passing out... so i had no idea where i was in relation to the car, and i slammed my head... anyhoo... i'm finally in sada's car... julie/jen are in the back and julie's applying pressure to my cut... all the while, sada's thinking: i hope she doesn't puke in my car... i'm thinking, man, sada's gonna kill me if i puke in her car... good thing the window's open if i need to blow chunks, i'll do it out the window... and julie's thinking, i hope she doesn't puke out the window, b/c then it'll all go on me! so here i am.. .half passed out, (w/ no food in my system/no sleep) trying to breathe and not puke...so we get to joe brandt hospital.. and i'm feeling better... and i go into panic/hyper mode... and i lose the ability to control the volume of my voice (just like peter griffin, when he met mr. weed) so we get to the hospital and all i can say is i've never been to a hospital, except when i was born!
the triage nurse was mean... the dr. was sarcastic... and when she stuck me w/ a needle to numb/freeze the area, i bit down on my finger...when she was done she said, that wasn't that bad, right? and i said, ya, when you're done stitching me up, you'll need to reattach my finger... i still had marks the next day...so there i was 3 stitches later... and awaiting more pain (when the freezing wears off)
we ended up NOT going to tucker's but rather to boston pizza... where the awfulness continued... i ordered pasta... and in it... was a HUGE GROSS BLACK hair... yup that's right... nasty...
i went home that night.. in pain... and dissatisfied w/ the foodige... BUT.. i did end up watching alias... which made me feel better...
also... i found out 2 things: one i am one big pussy w/ absolutely no tolerence for pain... and two, i have the best friends in the world...so thanx guys... for being there w/ me... and listening to me bitch... i heart you all...
and that's it... oh ya..one more thing, i've named my shot gun mr. snuggles
xoxo
the ingured jew-ess