about 5:30, i was out in the yard, wheeling a wheelbarrow full of rabbit poo when husband said, in a strangely calm voice, “wife, i think i need to go get some stitches.” he was clutching his thumb and looking rather paler than normal. so i panicked and begged him NOT to show it to me.
we hopped in the car and i drove like a maniac to the nearest ER (30 minutes away), where they saw him immediately and in the end, all he needed was 2 stiches (which was a huge relief). also, he was his normal color again when he came out, which made me feel much better.
it wasn’t ’til i was sitting in the ER waiting room that i realized i was still wearing my wellies.
i can tell you i’ve had enough excitement for the weekend.