Thumbs

[catelin]

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.

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[dizietsma.livejournal.com]

hah, I'm such a veteran of maiming myself it's not even funny. My mother should have bought shares in Band Aid. The best was when the hospital had to give me laughing gas simply to take my mind off the real anaesthetic they wanted to inject in my ruined toe, before they could set about patching it back up. Let me tell you, laughing gas gets you seriously high.