Friday was a pretty eventful evening…
El called me during the day to arrange what we were going to do that night. She mentioned that she’d cut herself while doing dishes but that it wasn’t too bad. When I finally got out of work, I went over to pick her up. She had a huge wad of gauze taped to her hand, yet I could see the blood through the layers. She showed me her cuts: two huge flaps of skin from her knuckles. She’d been washing an old IKEA glass and it had broken on her.
I insisted that we go to the ER to get stitches, so we slowly made our way through the snow to Evanston Northwestern. El got taken care of pretty quickly, which was good. She couldn’t get stitches since the injury had happened too long before we’d gotten there. The doctor who talked to us was pretty funny. I can’t even recall what he said specifically.
El got X rayed for glass in the cuts (none, phew) and then got the cuts irrigated and cleaned. Then she got a tetanus shot.
I was so freaked out when I saw those cuts, but El was really brave about the whole thing. She said, “The people at the ER must see so much worse.” But you know, that’s what ERs are for. Stitching you up. I think flaps of skin qualify for ER time. Anyway, things seem OK now (she could even play piano today).
As she told me in the exam room, “I’ve always been a quick healer.” And we could laugh about that.
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