Surprisingly, this time, it wasn't me...

Tuesday night as Em sat at her computer in the living room working on her Bible study lesson plan, Sam was sitting on the couch working on fixing a piece of the washing machine that he'd taken out. He'd been trying to pry out this plastic piece from inside the agitator all night, and all of a sudden it popped out and hit him under the chin. He ran to the bathroom and asked me to get him some paper towels. So I'm standing there as he's cleaning it off and I ask him how bad it is. "Not bad," he says, "just get me a butterfly bandage." Well, that's when I step in to take a looking at the gaping wound on his chin and am like, uh, no - we're going to the ER. I drove to the hospital because Sam was holding his wound shut...and, well let's be honest, he's driven me to the ER plenty of times, so I kinda owed him one. By the time we got to the hospital though, I was so nervous and anxious that Sam was trying to get me to take a Valium! I made it through though, no need to worry about me! :-)

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Sitting in triage, Sam flips me the bird in front of the nurse when I take out the camera.

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The wound

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ER nurse, Rick, did a great job of cleaning and numbing him up. Although during the numbing process I started getting woozy and sweating profusely, and the nurse had to see if I was OK. Yeah, that was great.

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While we're waiting, the Hospital Rep comes in to get our insurance card and ask him a few more questions. When she asks him if he's "single, married, or widowed" he answers, "Widowed...oh, no wait...I mean married." I gasped audibly and the Rep gave this awkward cough/laugh as she quickly excused herself from the room. I asked him why on earth he would have said "widowed" and he was like, "Oh baby, it's just the medicine they gave me...um, I think they hit a nerve and it went to my brain...yeah, and um, it's making me loopy! I don't know what I'm saying!" What a bunch of B.S.!

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All cleaned up and waiting to be stitched!

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The Physician's Assistant stitches him up! When she came in the door she said with relief, "Oh good, you're a 'big' kid. All of the chin lacerations we get in the ER are toddlers and little kids, falling down and busting their chins open!" I giggled, "Heh heh, did you hear that, most people with chin lacs are toddlers!" hee hee

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Needless to say, Sam is very grumpy about the prospect of having to wear a band-aid on his chin tomorrow to work!

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All finished!