It's Just a Flesh Wound!

After Jeff worked a couple of extra weeks in June at Mead Alternative, July 1 was his first technical day of summer.  He decided to celebrate before we left for our trip to the farm by sneaking off to get a quick ride in on Beacon Hill.  He called me at about the time I thought he should be home to tell me that our evening had gotten derailed and he was driving himself to Urgent Care after he crashed his bike in the parking lot.  Ugh.  When he called again from Urgent Care, I met him to see the stitches happen and his ego deflate.  Poor guy!  

Gardening Is Dangerous, Too.

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...

Table Saw Corners...

...are dangerous.  Micah was playing basketball in the garage and bent over right into the corner of the table for the table saw.  We took him to Urgent Care, but they said that he'd heal up without any stitches! Phew!