After 2 and a half hours of 2 shots which felt like 5, getting my finger drenched in a liquid that should be used as an torture method, 5 stitches, and 5 renditions of Yankee doodle dandy (the song i choose to blurt out when being subjected to very painful injections) i am finally at my apartment with a finger that has its own heart beat. so, the lesson... do not cut onions with a steak knife in china.
Renata
