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.