Friday, January 4, 2008
Today while I was at work, I got a phone call from Ben. He said, "I think I need to go to the doctor. No, wait, I think I need to go to the hospital." Before he even told me why, I imagined at least 5 possible disasters that could have occurred and what had happened to my husband. Luckily, what really happened to Ben was not as serious as my paranoid scenarios, but he still had to go to the hospital. Somehow, he hit his head on an overhang thing on our ceiling while bounding down the stairs. The result? Three staples in the head. Staples sound a bit extreme I think, but apparently they would work better than stitches in this case. Ben is doing ok... his head is just really sore. Look closely at the picture and see the three lovely bits of metal sticking out of my husband's skull. Nice. ps- this is the first accident Ben has had during our marriage with health insurance! The previous injuries (transmission through the foot, dislocated shoulder, perforated eardrum) were all dealt with sans insurance... or doctor visits (except the foot- workman's comp covered it). Thank you health insurance- love it, love it, love it.