Ah, the joys of dating when you have no clue what you're doing. Though you sound a bit better at it than I was. By far. Maybe it was lack of practice.
I get those incredible hungries whenever I hurt myself. Maybe it's pre-shock. Ran my finger through my bike sprocket when I was a young lad (BTW, don't put your finger between the chain and sprocket, when pedaling), and all I could think of doing when I got home was holding my hand up in the air and grilling two hamburgers. Think it was that pre-shock. THEN bandage it after you eat. I guess being a human means you can be and odd duck too. Though this little misadventure couldn't compare to birthing on the bedroom floor. I'd have to order a whole WALL of pizzas for that. Wonderful read and adventure wending my way through wordsville. Thanks, and have a nice Sunday.