On a much much smaller scale of horror, as I removed the tiny memory card from the camera today to give it to the cute guy behind the counter at Inkley's, it flipped onto my, uh, shirt. Okay, it was my breast.

He stood there waiting while I tried in vain to find it (I wuz looking on the floor!) Finally, he pointed it out; but in the process of grabbing myself to retrieve it, it skiied down the slope and jumped onto the floor. By then it was waaaay too late to retrieve my dignity, so I told him I'd take care of it later and left.

In other words, I'm not laughing at you, Shashi. Things happen. Yep, I'd be finding another hospital too. One with a smaller skin.