That’s right. This is another injury post.

Miriam and I went to the garage to her trunk to find some papers she needed. She swung the top open and said something like this: “Ow! I cut myself! It’s bleeding! Fuck, it hurts!” She ran inside to wash it, but the water hurt too much so she wrapped it in a paper towel. She came back out, still bleeding a lot, so I ran inside to get more paper towels, taking a moment to clean up the blood that had dripped on the counter. A few minutes later, while Miriam was still bleeding profusely, I called my mom to ask how long one should wait to determine if stitches are needed. We decided a few minutes later that the best idea was to drive to the urgent care (thanks, Mom, for the suggestion, otherwise we’d probably still be at the ER) and see if it was still bleeding when we got there (they close at 7). Still bleeding. Eventually (not so urgent after all), Miriam left with three stitches and a tetanus shot (it’s been about 10 years since the last one; better to get a painful shot than the ol’ lockjaw!).