For all of you math whizzes out there, here is an equation I would like you to solve.
Tired Mother after work + Frozen beef patties + pointy-tipped knife =
Answer: A two hour trip to urgent care despite said tired mother's protestations that she does NOT need stitches even though the knife went almost through her hand and she could see a tendon. Shock does funny things to your brain. Stitches came out on Monday, but apparently, they weren't very successful. Good luck keeping the wound closed, Steri-strips.
Then, later in the week, our TV armoire tipped and could have crushed Eric. Luckily my leg broke the fall of the TV. I would take pictures, but it is kind of hard to shave around the abrasion, so I will spare you that one. I don't know why, but that seems grosser to me than a picture of stitches.
Go away, Black Cloud!
Answer: A two hour trip to urgent care despite said tired mother's protestations that she does NOT need stitches even though the knife went almost through her hand and she could see a tendon. Shock does funny things to your brain. Stitches came out on Monday, but apparently, they weren't very successful. Good luck keeping the wound closed, Steri-strips.
Then, later in the week, our TV armoire tipped and could have crushed Eric. Luckily my leg broke the fall of the TV. I would take pictures, but it is kind of hard to shave around the abrasion, so I will spare you that one. I don't know why, but that seems grosser to me than a picture of stitches.
Go away, Black Cloud!
