I'm envious reading over different reports from Opening Day.
With ALL of my preparations, I didn't make it out! Freak accident--Split my chin and cheek open early Saturday morning on the kitchen cupboard while making a PB&J sandwich. Outside of those sandwiches, everything was packed. Naturally, I spent a few hours at the hospital, received sixteen stitches. By the time I got home and took some meds, not much else happened other than sleep.
Man, I feel low...
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Pure torture Saturday at the hospital watching the clock tick. The doctor innocently got it wrong when he told me that the first few shots would hurt. My reply was not as much as missing out on Opening Day...
My teeth are still rattling! Even that oak cupboard door I slammed into needs some adjusting.
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