So, you know we have to make at least one trip to the ER to get used to the environment when we move some where new.
This time it was Garran's turn.
He was taking out the trash and a piece of glass ripped through the bag and cut right into his leg.
It bled.... A LOT!
Yes my husband was bleeding.... and yes I stopped to take a picture..
It's who I am people.
I document everything :O)
So we went to the ER.
Here I am with my fancy visitor name tag with my picture on it.
This was a HUGE waste of time. 5 hours or something like that later... We decided to leave. When we went up to the desk to let them know we were leaving (which we had to wait 30 minutes in line to do) they said to us, "Do you want us to have a doctor come out real quick to make sure you are not dying before you leave?". Garran just looked at me and then at them... Kind of like... "ARe you serious?".
He said now. We went home. Now he has a gnarly scar. Oh well. Lesson learned.
1 comment:
I may have mentioned this on facebook already, but buy some dermabond on amazon for situations like this. It'll save you an ER visit.
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