I fell asleep on the hammock around 5pm. Woke up around 6pm, showered, dressed and headed over to Lisa's. A bunch of us had decided to go to dinner, since I missed softball. I was walking around waiting for the girls to finish up when
Lisa exclaims, "What the hell did you do?"
I explained that I lost a fight with Biscuit and she proceeds to clean me up, or try anyway. The bleeding doesn't stop, so she calls Trish into the bathroom (an EMT, paramedic in training). Trish informs me that stitches would be good (joy), but a butterfly bandage would do. We don't have any!
I hold a gauze pad on my face as we head to CVS and grab an ice pack, some more gauze, steri strips, alcohol and a couple other things. On the way to dinner, Trish and I are in the backseat while she fixes me up. She was happy that I was such a good patient.
So, 2 days later, it's healing pretty good, but I have a nice wound across the bridge of my nose (the lesser wound), and a worse 2" gash down the side of my nose. No, you don't get pictures.