... Of the bench kind.
Back in August (August 10th, if you must know), while Tia Chavie was rocking our world here, I finally got to do something I'd been bugging Mom about for a long time:
GOING TO THE ER.
Yup, that's right folks, the ole' Emergency Room.
You see, I thought it would be a perfect way to spend a Saturday night while Dad was out of town.
Mom: "Is he bleeding?"
TC: "uh, yeah."
Mom: "Oh dear lord. Jesus Christ. What happened?"
Later that night Tia Chavie admitted that she might need to work on her delivery of this kind of news in future. Mom is rather hoping that it never happens again, but realist versus optimist... tomayto tomahto.
Where I got 5 stitches and a whole lot of shots of lidocaine. Mom and a nurse held me down and Tia Chavie held Mom. Nugget, incidentally, slept through the whole thing after screaming her head off in the car. The triage nurses did give me some cool stickers.
And then the doctor sent us a cool bill in October.
All in all, we were all troopers, me especially. Everyone pretty much agrees that I am super brave. And I have a super cool scar (that we're still treating with Mederma).
While I thought about capitalizing on this incident and being Marcustein Monster for Halloween, I'm afraid Buzz Lightyear won out.