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Of course. That's where go to for the facts.

About two weeks ago, as I was running the utility knife down the rubber tubing, I remember thinking: " I probably shouldn't be doing this on my...[leg]." Put a gash in my thigh that needed 15 stiches. I was home alone, so I stuck my t-shirt on it and wrapped it up with duck tape. I Googlemapped "emergency room near me," while thinking "oh fuck!" Over and over. It was kinda funny, because the woman at the counter when I arrived, couldn't see my legs and was having me do paperwork, until someone came up behind me and ran to get a wheel chair and a doctor.