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I came home the other day to find John on the couch, giving me a weird thumbs up with one hand. We kept talking as I blew in the door with the kids. I was running back and forth, trying to get changed, telling him about my day. And then I realized that he was still giving me the Fonz.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
Turned out it wasn't the thumbs up. It was the "ummm, I cut my thumb with an X-acto knife right before you got home and well, don't freak out or anything but I think I might need stitches" thumb.
He did. Four on the side. I got to watch, though. I've never seen a live person stitched up before. Cool, and yet sort of disgusting. No way I could ever have been a doctor.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
Turned out it wasn't the thumbs up. It was the "ummm, I cut my thumb with an X-acto knife right before you got home and well, don't freak out or anything but I think I might need stitches" thumb.
He did. Four on the side. I got to watch, though. I've never seen a live person stitched up before. Cool, and yet sort of disgusting. No way I could ever have been a doctor.