What does it say about your life if, before 9 a.m. on a Friday morning you are headed to the doctor’s office for stitches?
Apparently this month’s plan was for us to see if we could meet our deductible for the year in less than 30 days. We just might be there.
As you can see, he hadn’t even changed out of his pajamas before his little accident. Gratefully he missed the tendon.
As for me, I think I’m beginning to develop a twitch. It has something to do with the tension of a minor medical emergency every couple of days for the last few weeks. I’m feeling a bit weary of consoling myself with the words “it could have been worse.” I’m ready for it to end. I’d really appreciate a break from practicing our life preservation skills.
Anyone know where you can buy a padded room? I’m pretty sure we need one. PRONTO.
Excuse me while I go try to get the blood out of my bedroom carpet.
I hope your weekend is much better than ours has started out!