The other day we were in my room and I walked around the bed, kicking the corner as I rounded it. I yelled, complained a little that it hurt, and sat down on the bed. A few seconds later, I looked only to see my little toe spewing blood. A lot of it. Poor Brealynn almost added to the mess as she barely managed to hold down the contents of her stomach. I hurried to the bathtub and started hollering for Tom. Being the good guy he is, he brought me an old shirt and also cleaned up the bloody trail on the floor. It bled forever, and some more the next day when I reopened it. It was really impressive for how small of a cut it appeared to be. And now because I'm morbid (as well as all of my family) here are the pictures:
3 comments:
Why doesn't Christin do stitches for goodness sakes!!! She could practice on you, right? Very impressive:)
I showed this picture to like a million people at work. And we all agreed that it's awesome.
And mom, while it's legal for me to do stitches, I don't know how. And that's the truth.
Maybe some WHNP should LEARN how to do stitches?! I couldn't think of a better patient to practice on. At least you wouldn't have to worry about malpractice!
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