Why mom is always right

The week before leaving the States, mom suggested that I pack some band-aids and Nestosyl (Dutch Neosporin) just in case I have an accident.  I roll my eyes thinking what could possibly happen? I never get hurt! Wink, Wink.  Actually, I am possibly one of the more clumsier people here on earth, but that's another story.  I eventually throw some band-aids and the Nestosyl in with my toiletries and go my way. 

This morning I get dressed in my brand new NIKE work-out clothes made in Malaysia, and take the elevator to our hotel gym on the 22nd floor.  I open the door, and step on through. The door closes quicker then I think it will and smashes my index finger! OUCH!  I look at it and it actually cut open my finger pretty badly.  I wont get in too much detail, but I freak out and think that I have a broken finger or that I need stitches.  I quickly go to our apartment and call David at work and tell him the bad news, all the while crying like a little baby.  He gets here in five minutes and looks at my smashed up finger. No broken finger, and the cut isn't deep enough to where I need stitches.  But what I actually need is a band-aid and Nestosyl!  

Thanks ma! Thanks David for coming to my rescue!