In short, I now have a puncture wound on the top of my foot. I soaked through two Kleenexes before I could get the bleeding to stop (I seriously think she nicked a vein, since it sure seems that there’s a vein across the top of my foot that goes right across where the hole is now), and now I’ve got blood stains on my snazzy green bathmat. Leave it to me to have the weirdest possible things in the world continue to happen.
PS – Word to the wise: Season Four of Sex and the City is NOT TO BE WATCHED if you are a single woman in your 30s who is not currently in a stable long-term relationship. View at your own peril, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Sigh.