Oops

Yesterday I managed to break not one, not two, but three out of the five rubber bands in my mouth. That must be some sort of skill, talent, or SOMETHING. Anything???

Well then came all the import and yet difficult task. Trying to replace them. If I wasn't able to do so myself, well then I would need to go back to the hospital for him to replace them. I had a sinking feeling if after 2 days of having them in, and I am already breaking them, I better learn how to replace them....and fast. So here I trudge off to the ladies room with my surgical clamp and my little baggie of impossibly small rubber bands. This should be interesting, if not comical.

*Cue the weird looks from fellow coworkers*

SUCCESS!! I am able to take them out, and put them back in aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall by myself!! Hooray!! Now I know, if I need to cram a utensil in there, I can take out the front three (trapezoid and 2 triangles) so that I don't shear them like I did the first set. It may even prolong the life of the rubber band!! weeeeeeeeeee!!

Its the little things in life that make me happy.....Or just the fact that I don't have to go back to the Elliot ;-)