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As I sit here awkwardly and gently typing, I am happy to say that my hand is much more neatly bandaged this evening. While I would’ve preferred to avoid a visit to the walk-in clinic, and the potential of stitches altogether, upon arriving at the office this morning, my boss insisted I have the gash taken care of right away. He even gave me money for breakfast and coffee.

I skipped a block down Burrard Street to the Stein Medical Clinic in Bentall 5 and was absolutely impressed. The wait was short and the staff was entirely professional and proficient. My doctor, a sweet woman with what I think to be a South African accent, was on the ball and definitely knew what she was doing. Due to the location and type of gash, actual stitches would’ve been next to impossible. So instead, I was given a thorough wound cleaning, butterfly stitch bandages, a topical antibacterial cream, a protective gauze bandage, extra dressings to last me a week (the duration for which my hand must remain bandaged) and a tetanus shot on my way out the door.

That being said, next time you require medical attention, I most definitely recommend this clinic. I may even dare to say that the experience was better and more thorough than a visit to my regular GP.

That took care of problem number one. Problem number two involved having the door and handle to the apartment fixed. Thankfully, I heard from Jack as soon as he regained consciousness, and it was the first time during either ordeal that I actually started to cry. He was totally awesome, told me not to worry and that he’d take care of everything. Aside from having his mom and best friend call to keep an eye on me and make sure I had whatever I needed, he made a couple phone calls to ensure that everything would be fixed by the time I got home from work. And wouldn’t you know it, but Dave was just finishing sanding down the top of the door as I entered the building.

I’m blown away at how awesome everyone’s been. I can handle my own in a crisis situation, but I’d really prefer not to. Knowing how bummed out the events of the last 24 hours left me, it was Becky to the rescue!

I adore flowers, and ironically enough, she brought me narcissists. Really, that’s what they’re called. We both had a chuckle over that one.

I added them to my slowly-dying bouquet of pink tulips.

Being that we were hungry girls, we ordered Indian food and I really did pick it up this time. She had the butter chicken, and I finally got to savour my lamb roganjosh.

And of course, what impromptu girls’ evening would be complete without perfect puppy pics?

Someone had his eyes on Becky’s samosas.

If Casey isn’t playing with his football, he’s waiting for it to be thrown for him.

And so now, with my tummy full of Indian food, perhaps I can finally make the pajama-clad crawl into bed with the puppies and Deadwood.

Goodnight, and good luck.