ryan has taken up rugby again in the form of the nashville rugby club (go outlaws!), and he has practice on tuesday evenings. last tuesday while he was a practice i was hanging out with our friend kirsten waiting for him to be finished. i received a phone call from a number i did not recognize and it was ryan. he said, "hey can you guys come get me? i passed out and they won't let me drive." what an interesting call to get, i sort of felt like a mom being called to come get a sick child. we went to get him and got the whole story as well. while practicing, he took a finger to the eye and lost a contact lens. then proceeded to practice and run laps--with eyesight in only one eye (he is blind). he got dizzy, passed out, and was apparently out long enough that they felt the need to call the paramedics. the paramedics checked him over and deemed him okay and he was fine. just a funny little story.
fast forward to thursday. i was at work organizing and decided to cut the flaps off of a box (something i do frequently) with my handy dandy box cutter. i was also talking while partaking of this favorite pastime of mine and slipped and cut a nice gash in my arm. right below my wrist. i quickly moved to the sink because i was sure it would spew blood. it really didn't bleed much, but was quite ripped apart. i retreated to the back room and with the assistance of two of my shift supervisors, bandaged my wound and called the doctor. then ryan received the phone call of, "hey, can you come get me? i need you to take me to get some stitches." yup, that's right...three stitches. i felt like a moron. not only for slicing myself up at work, but if i had been an inch or so higher i could have cut some important veins and been in a rescue-911 situation. yikes!
all's well that ends well. we are healing and enjoying the humor in the situations for now...
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