I got to go to the emergency room today! Obviously I'm okay, or I wouldn't be typing this. Still, though... We had a bunch of leftover firewood, and a friend of mine came to get it this morning. We were helping him load his truck, and Matt and I were in the woodshed getting armloads of wood. I was crouched down below him, and he put an extra piece of firewood on top of the stack he had in his arms. Well, it fell off. It found a nice, soft landing spot over my right temple.
I stood up and went into the house, because I didn't want to cry in front of my friend. (Big tough girl that I am.) I went into the bathroom and sat down with my gloved hand held to my head. Then I realized that my glove was wet, and looked at it. Yeah, it was a gusher. Matt came in and looked at me, and I said, "I h-huh-have to g-g-g-go to the huh-hospital." And away we went.
No stitches, no concussion. All I could say was, "Please don't shave my head." And for the record, I got a tetanus shot today. Now you can all remind me the next time I get injured that I don't need one.
Needless to say, Matt feels absolutely horrible. It didn't help that the emergency room folks kept asking how it happened, as if they thought I'd change my story and admit that he was whaling on me or something.
Anyway. This is probably my last post for a while. I need to be packing boxes and cleaning, not sitting here on the computer. But hey, how could I not blog about that?