I was mowing the grass this afternoon. I ran over something (which turned out to be a dog toy). I bend down to flip the bottom of the lawn mower up and the top of my hand touches the bright shiny metal piece. I am guessing its covering the lawn mower engine. (ETA: I burned my hand.) I scream in pain. And I mean SCREAM. I'd rather birth another child. Kyle runs out of the house and I tell him, get your brothers as fast as you can and get in the car. I can see the hospital from our house. Our road is off of the hospital road. The kids start crying because I am in so much pain. We made quite the scene walking in the door of the ER. They were swamped. Some nurse assistant of some sort put ointment on it and bandaged it. I have ice bag on it and they told me to come back tomorrow morning to the walk in clinic. Man it hurts BAD! And now I'm just madly crying because I want my SU home now! Its just not fair! OK, I'll shut up now because I know you must be so sick me always complaining about no SU, but sometimes it really sucks!