I was in the ER for a few hours last night because I can't open cans good. I was attempting to open a can of chef boyardee ravioli and managed to slice my wrist open with the top of the can. It required 10 stitches and being super glued together because it wouldn't stay shut. My husband didn't understand why I was so bemused by the whole thing. It looks like I tried to kill myself and I managed to get a cut deep enough that required stitches and super glue from a can of ravioli. The med student who watched the procedure said he would call me ravioli lady at his next class.

I should mention that I showed up in the ER looking like I was nuts. I had just bleached my hair and had white tips with yellow roots and I was wearing a bleach stained tie-dye shirt with patterned sweatpants with a large green towel around my wrist. Which I also thought was hilarious.

Now my wrist hurts like hell and looks like it might be bleeding a little under the superglue and my shoulder is swollen and hurts because they gave me a tetanus shot. Fun.