I was doing dishes while slightly drunk (ah, college) and dropped a plate, tried to catch it, and cut open my pinky finger. It was a very small cut, but right near the first knuckle and it wouldn't stop bleeding so I had to get it stitched.
Still on my parents insurance and needing to explain the bill, I worked very hard to eliminate the "I was drunk" part of the story. Instead, I let slip that it was still bleeding when "we" got up the next morning and that DBF (now DH) drove me to have it stitched.
A couple of years ago, I managed to step on a golf tee lodged in the crack between the driveway and garage floor. It was about half-way into my heel so I had to go to the ER to get it removed.
I guess it's pretty common for them to ask women about abusive relationships, but it startled me. It would take a special kind of sicko to hammer a golf tee into someone's foot.
Still on my parents insurance and needing to explain the bill, I worked very hard to eliminate the "I was drunk" part of the story. Instead, I let slip that it was still bleeding when "we" got up the next morning and that DBF (now DH) drove me to have it stitched.

A couple of years ago, I managed to step on a golf tee lodged in the crack between the driveway and garage floor. It was about half-way into my heel so I had to go to the ER to get it removed.
I guess it's pretty common for them to ask women about abusive relationships, but it startled me. It would take a special kind of sicko to hammer a golf tee into someone's foot.


) as I'm stepping in my knee makes this funny popping noise
I get into my seat and promptly take several Advil - I just knew I had done something to it.
I also have a fluro pink cast because that was all the hospital had that day other than fluro orange and green. Could not even have white. Trying to convice DF to paint it black for me.

) but a serious concussion....

And no, I haven't danced since. 

