After almost 2hrs in surgery to cut skin off my arm and graft it to the finger with a few stitches. french surgery is like service in a french restaraunt, in france. if you have experienced the tenderness of a frustrated french waitress then you can imagine the level of care and compassion given by a french surgeon and his cross-eyed cigarette-voiced assistants in a crowded socialized surgery block. basically, it sucked. but that's life. the good occasionally comes with the bad. stay tuned for an essay on the french hospital experience when i can actually type! thanks to liv i havent starved to death. it's just a little finger. definitely not a big deal.
