So...while picking up spring debris in the garden, I slipped on one of the mossy, VERY slick railroad ties and hit my forehead on a rock. Grace was here with me and I'm sure we scarred her for life with the gushing blood of a head wound and a "stay calm" mom hobbling inside with bloody gardening gloves at the forehead. I had to call Jeff to bring the boys home early from soccer practice because I thought I needed stitches. The first pic I sent to Mom to ask her...she said GO TO URGENT CARE. Sigh. We were just there the day before with Micah. They were going to think Jeff was a thug.
Yes, i indeed needed several stitches--my first EVER!--and Jeff was appropriately empathetic and supportive. They did ask me if I felt safe at home--with towering Jeff, they had to question? I think they thought that if all I could make up was a story about a gardening accident, it must be the truth. :)
Poor baby!!! I sent Mom and Dad daily pictures for a week or so...Quasimodo!
Everyone at work was wonderful--I emailed beforehand to warn them, as I walked right into a staff meeting right upon return to work. But I found that everyone cared--and didn't care what I looked like. Looking back now, I think I should've gotten a sub! Yikesers!
All twelve stages of a shiner...
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