Nice Catch

I did some time in urgent care last night. Don't fret. In my attempts to catch a falling, large bladed, freshly sharpened, knife, I cut the side of my hand. Natural instinct can fail sometimes.

It was nothing too major, but enough bleeding to warrant a visit to urgent care. This suggestion was made by my firefighter neighbor, and, I do everything he suggests which is medically related.

This makes my seventh cut over the past ten years, with three cuts requiring stitches. I cook too many meals at home.

Upon entering the urgent care facility at 7:40, I cringed. There were 10 people waiting to be treated, however, I was armed with three magazines and a pad of paper. I stopped an exiting patient to survey the wait time - two hours.

Ten minutes later I was weighed, blood pressured, and sent to wait in the procedure room, ahead of the other waiters. I felt a little guilty, but not too much.

One hour and six stitches later I was released. I'm glad that in comparison to all of the flu, strep, and sinus infections they had been dealing with since 5:00, my procedure was, and I quote doctor Nicolls, "fun." I was happy to entertain.

I have strict instructions: no soaking in dish water, surfing, swimming, or bathing kids. I'm going to have to rearrange my to-do list. I was planning on surfing and washing dishes and all day today.