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 Saturday, July 31, 2004 Definition of Irony My first ever work injury occurs when I'm handling my own cat. I had taken Elle in with me for an exam. Nothing out of the ordinary--her ears have been producing a lot of wax lately, her teeth (yeah, all 8 of them) look horrible--time for a pre-dental exam and pre-anesthetic bloodwork. Also, might as well check her thyroid too--she's getting older, she's overweight but she doesn't eat nearly enough to weigh what she does. So, I'm holding her so we can get some blood, and as we try to get a sample, she manages to move, pushing the needle away from her neck and into my arm. I'm fine, just more pissed off about it than anything. I've never had an injury, and it happens when I'm holding my own damn cat. I did get my revenge though--Elle now has a very funny haircut. Due to her weight, she can't quite groom herself, and she gets mats in the fur around her butt. I shaved those out in office, now she's got a bald butt and a very fuzzy tail. Mehe. posted by jaime | 7:39 PM 0 comments  | 
	
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