Weekends
Hello! This is going to be an overly chatty post because, well, I have a ton of stuff to tell you. My Friday afternoon was kicking off into a brilliant weekend. We had our dinner planned out (a steak for him, salmon for me) on the grill and maybe a walk after dinner.
My husband was cutting mushrooms and we were 'bickering' which is the polite way to say we were arguing over the freshness of the mushrooms. Honestly, they were rotten but he insisted they were fine (they were not). I had the onion ready for him to chop and he used the newly sharpened knife and we continued to argue over the mushrooms.
Well you know where this is going, he cut the tippy tip of his thumb. If you know me well, I cannot triage anything with blood. Just stomach viruses. So I am asking him from a far if he needed stitches. He wouldn't answer so that meant yes.
I called urgent care (as opposed to ER and a $200 copay), they asked a few questions about the injury before telling us they cou…
My husband was cutting mushrooms and we were 'bickering' which is the polite way to say we were arguing over the freshness of the mushrooms. Honestly, they were rotten but he insisted they were fine (they were not). I had the onion ready for him to chop and he used the newly sharpened knife and we continued to argue over the mushrooms.
Well you know where this is going, he cut the tippy tip of his thumb. If you know me well, I cannot triage anything with blood. Just stomach viruses. So I am asking him from a far if he needed stitches. He wouldn't answer so that meant yes.
I called urgent care (as opposed to ER and a $200 copay), they asked a few questions about the injury before telling us they cou…
