On Tuesday night, I was getting ready to go to work and packing my lunch in the kitchen when my body decided to go all clumsy. I rolled my ankle and missed grabbing the counter top in time to stop the inevitable crash into something. Unfortunately, I crashed into something both hard and pointy, causing this (click for bigger)
And this (which I’ll keep below the fold for the weak of stomach)
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I tried to stand up and was told by The Wife to stop that. I was already holding my head figuring that I had just punched a hole in the wall with it. She said she was going to call the EMT’s and told her not to bother and that I’d be better in a few. She told me to look at my hand and the floor as she proceeded to dial the phone. I’d managed to cover the floor in a couple square feet of blood and there was a good sized patch on the wall as well. This immediately caused me to OK the phone call she was already talking to someone on.
The EMT’s showed up a few minutes later, after I’d stopped the vast majority of the bleeding. They checked my vitals, made sure I knew who I was and where I was and told me I should call into work for the night. The Wife drove me to the urgent care clinic (cheaper than the ER) where I scared the intake clerk when she asked what I was there for and I simply turned around.
A good wash with the antiseptic/anesthetic wash, some Black & Decker action, and a good couple of wraps later I was home and relaxing. I was also wondering if I still had any of the red paint leftover from when The Wife and The Mom painted the kitchen.
The staples come out on Christmas Eve. Wish me luck.