It’s Wednesday, let’s WTF!
I have survived almost 4 decades without needing stitches. This changed on Monday as I was hit by a sugarfreight train.
While walking down a muddy hill, a 60 lb furry dumptruck sprinted by, knocking both of my feet out from under me, sending me flying, and I landed flat on my back and wrist.
|Oooops, did I do that?|
The blood spouted plentifully from that smiley face gash.
We went to urgent care where the physician’s assistant’s assistant (it had to be his first day, ever) tried to numb it, but did not in fact numb it. He told me they had practiced on hot dogs.
Some women brag about natural childbirth, i am bragging about natural stitches. There was no anesthesia, I felt every stitch!
Here it is now with 4 stitches, healing up – it’s my mousing hand, so I have to be careful. I also keep seeing it in my periphery which is causing me flashes of panic because it looks like a spider on my hand. Other than that, it’s fine.
Moving along to a couple of vintage t-shirts I picked up last week. First, this 60’s football jersey with fake fraternity letters. Iy Phelta Thi. (Say it out loud).
Oh John, what a kidder.
Last but not least this wearable tribute to the oft-underappreciated career that is Dental Assisting.
As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.
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