Trivia

Today I was talking to the barracks manager about my total lack of cooking implements. He suggested I talk to the lovely gentlemen in barracks one about getting some pots. I told him I'd have to be careful about phrasing that so they wouldn't misunderstand, and he made the noise people make when they shoot milk out their noses.

I also went to the Emergency Room for my knuckle injury- I got a splinter in my finger a couple of weeks ago, and it never got better. Finally, Big Boss got it together to fill out the paperwork, but the only place in Trinity County that accepts workman's compensation is the ER. I am the problem with the nation's overcrowded Emergency Rooms, except there were three patients there. I have the most minor injury ever, and they kept bouncing me to new specialists. Eventually, they told me that I probably had a bit of thorn still in my finger. The kindly doctor peered at me over his glasses and said "You'll just have to let it fester out."

(I have excellent blood pressure and heart rate. I am 5'9" in workboot heels. I'm trying to convince myself that same beloved logger boots are the reason I weigh 25 pounds more than I think I should. It does not seem likely.)