Brave Husband, Panicky Wife

Marriage test #1 - a trip to the Emergency Room.

I was planting the last of the flowers out front when DG came out holding his arm saying that he needed to go to the ER. I thought the worst at first as he had been out back on a precariously perched ladder, 20' in the air. It wasn't a head wound however, instead he lost in a battle with a filing cabinet. The scrape on his forearm wouldn't have been so bad, but there was a wierd tendon thing sticking out of it. *ew* I couldn't even look at it. As it turns out, it was just fat. *double ew* But the hospital was glad that we went because DG needed stitches.

After we figured out the closest hospital, we were off. The staff at Porter Hospital was awesome. They were so much fun and the location was so great that we want to look into having our baby there.

DG was so brave through the numbing, cleaning and stitches. I was sweaty and nervous. I may have to work on being more calm during crisis mode.