Roughly two weeks and counting...

It may very well come to pass that unless Justin stops behaving like an unholy cross between a Banshee, a Viking, and a vicious yap-dog on acid, we will locate the nearest band of circus performers and sell him. Or maybe pay them to take him away.

Bloody Baron

It's really very interesting, sitting eating tacos next to a doctor who's bleeding like a stuck pig. He can tell you (and your kids) all sorts of things about blood vessels and pain control and stuff like that. And not be terribly bothered by the fact that he's BLEEDING through BANDAGES, PAPER TOWELS and DISHCLOTHS.

Should've taken a picture of it. It was impressive. As was the size of the piece of finger he sliced off.

And now he's dealing with the bleeding again. "Guess I shouldn't have taken that aspirin yesterday," he says.

Welcome to my life. All shits'n'giggles, all the time.




Edit: And he adds "Ah! We're saved! We've got fingertip band-aids!"

This is probably not as funny to somebody who hasn't seen the size of the band-aids and the size of the puddle of blood at his place at the table.

Later Edits: So at one point, after a little discussion on how many hit points of damage this is, and after pointing out that this is what people mean when they say, "It's just a flesh wound," he looks at me and says, "What? You've bled way more than this! It's not like it's a fibroid!"

Which, those of you who knew me when I was whisked through Emerg, admitted to Obs/Gyne at 3AM, got ~10 units of saline and 4 of packed red blood cells and enough hormones to knock out a couple of menopausal elephants will agree with me on this, is a pretty good point ;)