Had a fun trip to the ER today. The reason, you ask? The horrible-sounding version: My fiance stabbed me.
The less horrible-sounding version: we were cutting some of the linoleum up in the entryway because I thought there might be hardwood flooring under it (there is!) and, after cutting the first piece, TCB turned around with the utility knife in his hand and caught my leg just above the knee. We quickly realized that we needed to go see someone else about it, and, after he dressed me in nearly the same thing he was in (a bright orange shirt and khaki pants), we were off to Northside Hospital because we knew where that was. They weren’t busy on this holiday, amazingly, and I was out pretty quickly with 3 stitches.
I guess the bright side is that TCB had just put in new blade after cutting the roof shingle, so it was a clean cut with a clean blade. Everybody we dealt with at Northside was nice. I’m kind of amazed that this is the first ER trip we’ve had after all the work we’ve done on the house and cars, and I’m worried about my ability to work the clutch in my car. We’ll see how that works tomorrow.