Update:
It is 10:15pm and I gave up and called CW rather than wait for her to call me. There was an emergency case that came through that the docs had to deal with so they just now finished stitching the boy up. Sixteen stitches to his knee and some decent opiates, so even though I have not seen his latest “owie” (his words) I can guess that it looked gross. Good thing they took him to the regular hospital since the urgent care left a lot of debris in the wound. They haven’t left yet so… we wait.
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I got a call from Cruel Wife while I was at work today. Through casual conversation she frantically told me the news…
Frankenboy slipped on the bricks next to the fireplace and gashed his knee clean open. Yay!
Stitches. Blood. Hollerin’. Bloody mess.
Thing about owning a dog like Zoe-pup – it means never having to clean up a bloody mess yourself. I got home and the place was spotless and really just cleaner than clean.
On the way home I stopped by the pharmacy and picked him up a rubber snake – and put a bandaid on it’s knee. Wherever that is.
They’re still there getting him patched up so I’ll fill y’all in later. Had no idea it would stretch out this long.
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