A series of unfortunate events unfolded this evening. While I was at the gym I was trying to instruct the girl on how to do some particular exercises. She wasn’t comfortable doing the exercises and I took that to mean that she just didn’t want to do them. I was wrong about that one. So, we came home and she was slightly… annoyed with me. I cooked dinner and started cleaning up the apartment while doing laundry. I was done with everything else but the dishes and the kitchen so I headed in there. She normally does the dishes because she is sweet and she knows that I loath the task. Tonight I was on KP duty. I was unloading the dishwasher when I knocked a chefs knife off the counter and onto the floor. Unfortunately for me, my foot was in between the knife and the floor. The knife took a stab at me (literally) and gave me a good ole bleeding gash. I remembered being calm about the situation and directing Jessica to grab me a exercise band to strap a sock to the wound. In essence, I made my own gauze and ace bandage. She was a bit frazzled at the onset and was very concerned. I knew that I hadn’t hurt myself that bad but I knew that I definitely was going to need a couple of stitches. I called my Flight Commander and passed on the information and headed off to the ER.
I had to deal with the insurance when I got there because I wasn’t at a military hospital. I expect to be billed for the visit and then pass that on to Tricare (our insurance of sorts). Jessica asked the nurse for some gauze because I started to bleed through my quick fix and onto the floor. They saw me with a quickness and said that my quick fix bandage wasn’t half bad… it wasn’t half good either but it worked. The nurse started to irrigate the wound and thought that I was going to give her a tussle because it stung a bit more than I expected. She told me that we’d have to throw down if I kicked her because she didn’t get paid that much. I can’t say that I blame her.
The PA came in and doped me all up and gave me six new stitches… hooray for medicine. They gave me a really strong pain killer and I don’t know how I’m going to react to it. Hopefully it won’t make me loopy… or so loopy I can’t handle myself. I’ll have to sort out the incident paperwork and the insurance and the military hospital stuff in the AM.
There were two funny things about the whole situation -
1. I had just sharpened that knife and Jessica had nicked herself the other day
2. She wasn’t mad at me after I injured myself – I guess she does like me after all
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