not all nights are like this.

Tonight, in honor of Saturday night and living far from the country we love, the food we love and the people we love.

I decide NOT to cook dinner and order pizza.

Because we can.

Unfortunately, we don't like the pizza place close to our house.

The other ones won't deliver to us- we live too far away.

I go pick it up.

Almost home, I decide to stop and get root beer.

OK, so Dubai isn't that American.

I got cream soda- in glass bottles.

Then head home.

Almost to the door when I hear glass shatter, soda fizz and feel pain in one of my toes.

One of the sodas slipped out of a hole in the bag.

When I moved my foot, I saw a pool of blood.

John came and helped me inside- and cleaned up the mess.

I cleaned the toe and we both decided that it was too deep to try and fix ourselves.

SO

we went on an outing to a 24 hour Urgent care.

I'm thinking- we're in Dubai, not some 3rd world country. This is a blessing.

Asher stayed with me telling me to be brave, when to look, and when to "be tough"

I got 4 stitches in my toe

From a Doctor who was from Sudan.

and went to med school in Sudan.

and a nurse from India- who studied nursing in India

I guess I'll be less judgmental about third world nations.

Unless of course, my toe turns green or falls off.

I'll keep you posted.