To start, let's begin with the fact that I hit my hand with a sledge hammer yesterday. I'm doing work in my back yard to deal with my hillside and while driving a four foot long half inch rebar through two stacked railroad ties, the hammer glanced off and hit my left hand "ouch". This morning I went to breakfast at a place where nearly everyone knows me and my order which is "two multi-grain hotcakes, prepared thin, and a diet coke". Somehow I got four hotcakes (which is twice as expensive), sugar free syrup (which I never get), and the hotcakes were undercooked (which is why I always ask for them to be made thin). I figured that all my b