John is currently rotating through a Chinese lab ... in that everyone in the lab speaks Chinese, with very little English. Does this make it difficult to learn anything? Yes. Does this open the possibilities for humor? Only on our part.
**Warning - don't read further if you're super sqeam-ish. Some bloodshed may be involved.**
Apparently, yesterday John was working in the lab (or more accurately, trying to talk to one of the Chinese ladies in there), and he managed to scratch off a scab on his arm. The cut on his arm began "spurting" blood all over the place.
While John, mildly annoyed, began looking around for a paper towel or something to stop the blood, the Chinese lady freaked out, shouting "First Aid! First Aid!" and ran for the first aid box. John tried to calm her down and say that he only needed at most a band-aid, but she paid him no attention. Before he could do or say anything, she had three bandages in her hands and five more waiting to be used, along with sanitizer and disinfectant.
John ended up needing one band-aid. Not even a normal sized one, either. One of the little circular ones that only cover about half an inch of skin.
Okay ... that story seems a bit lame, now. But it's Friday and nothing happened at all last night except that we went out to eat and then worked out and then got ice cream and basically ignored Honey at home all day. I felt guilty enough to let her sleep with us, until she started barking at something and woke me up. Then I sent her back to her bed.
I am so ready for the weekend.
Shopping and Baking planned!
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