We kept playing until we realized that a piano key was embedded in my forehead.

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

That's really fucked up (and kind of cool).

Did you put the key back in the Piano? Imagine all the conversations you could have:

"Let me play a song for you that starts on middle C - the key that WAS IMBEDDED IN MY SKULL!!!"

Ow. Did chest presses thingy exercise sloow tonight. Holding for 3 count. Can't lift arms. Makes walking on crutches interesting. Thankfully no piano keys lodged in me. Ow.

Sigh. It's kind of been a rough week in former classmate news. Last weekend I learned that one of my classmates - former choir member, sweetest, most unassuming guy got heavily into hardcore drugs after high school (cocaine) and while under the influence, with another person, killed a 71 year old man and burgled the man's house for money to get a fix. I am horrified and disgusted and hurt and feel sick to my stomach for the 71 year old's family, and I never thought I would ever feel sympathy for someone who could do something so horrific, and yet ... I want to cry at his downfall. There were a lot of folks about whom this news wouldn't have surprised me. The fact that it was this person has been making me physically ill.

Then tonight, I learned that a guy I had known since kindergarten and grew up in my neighborhood was stabbed to death by his girlfriend's ex while I was in Minneapolis. Sometimes, the world is not very fair to the freaking extreme.

It will be a long time before I forget stumbling and catching myself by putting my hand on the engine of a running rototiller. I had to go to the ER for that one.

Rototiller brother!

These [link] are miraculous for burns and worth every penny. I discovered them the time I spilled boiling water on my foot. That was my third major boiling water burn. I keep hoping to find a way to make money from bandage testing.

Last night, I infused some olive oil with lemon zest. Tonight, I strained the oil into a bottle, then diced up some of the zest. I sauteed it with onions, garlic, butter, parsley and some shrimp, then tossed in some pasta, a squeeze of lemon juice. I added some grated parmesan and mmmmmmmmmm. Lemon shrimp pasta. simple and fab

A cold paste of baking soda is amazing on burns, but only as long as it's still cold. You have to change it out a lot.

I want Steph's dinner.

Vortex that sounds delicious.

My first trip to the ER was when I was six, on a hot summer day. I got the notion that it would be a good idea to pole vault over the sprinkler with a tent pole. Somehow the sharp end of the tent pole ended up in my thigh, less than an inch from the femoral artery. I screamed. I had been playing in the back yard by myself, and my parents were sitting on the front steps. Now, at the time, my dad worked nights. So my parents had well-trained us kids not to scream and yell. When they heard the scream, they assumed it was the rowdy kids on the other side of the block. Then I screamed again, and they came running. I don't remember how many stitches I got, but I do remember my mom holding me on one of the benches in our van, while my dad zoomed 70 mph down side streets to the hospital.

And Barb, if you think its stupid to burn your hand grabbing a hot pan while a potholder is in sight, just think how brilliant you would feel if you had grabbed it with your empty hand while holding the hotpad in the other hand.

Yeah, my stupidity is spectacular.