I mean really, what's a 4th of July without a trip to the ER, and I didn't even need fireworks to get there. Really though, I couldn't let Tim get all the attention.
I hold alot of pride in the fact that I lived a life without stiches or broken bones, and I've done it without living in a bubble. I've been bruised and cut and a little dazed, but never seriously broken; it's a good record......and it's still going. Last night, I thought the record had come to an end, but you'll never believe what they can do with a little super glue these days.
The wife and I had a bunch of friends over for the 4th. Sweet Beth turned out an incredible setup with pork, chicken, brats, kielbasa, and some incredible homemade ice cream. On top of that, most people brought over a little something to share. Watermelon, salad, and corn. It was awesome, although, I never did get around to eating.
I'm not much for sitting around and chatting, so I made sure there was plenty to do. We were driving golfballs into the neighbors field, longboarding down the driveway, playing some bolo. Oh, and the trampoline! How could I forget about the trampoline?
Four of us were playing a game on the trampoline; it was a little like musical chairs. The four of us were each trying to get one of three tennis balls. As you may imagine, it usually gets kinda rough when there's a ball up for grabs with two or more grown men going after it. Somewhere in the scramble for a ball, Labig and myself collided head to head. I wound up with the ball and nice size cut above my right eye. Labig was unscathed except for a headache, .....but he lost.
Here's the beauty of being married to an RN. When most wives would freak out, my wife remained oh so calm and collected all the while with a slight smirk on her face. I myself was only slightly upset at the realization that my first stiches ever would come from a trampoline accident. At any rate, both of us thought it was funny that we were leaving our guests to carry on the party.
At the ER, after the hour in the waiting room, we made it to the triage. Is it weird that after only a couple questions, the guy somehow knew my temperment for risk taking? Out of nowhere he asked if I wanted to join a group to go skydiving. Here's my theory, there is a school of thought about thrillseekers which is based on their resting heart rate. The lower it is the higher level of risk the person must seek to achieve any level of excitement. Well, my usually lies between 40 and 50 beats per minute, that's pretty low. The triage guy of course noticed this as he was taking my bloodpressure and such.
At any rate, the ER was backed up and apparently there was only one doctor on duty. The doctor assessed my situation and said he'd be back to glue it up in awhile. Beth piped up and offered to do it if he was too busy. When he came back he actually did let her do it, which she loved. Even better, next time this happens we'll know what to do and won't even have to bother with the ER.