Seriously. There will be grossness included in this post.
I like hanging out with Megan because we both have the same quirky sense of humor, short attention spans, and attraction to icky stuff that most people find slightly disturbing.
[Alert: I will be posting photos of the slightly disturbing stuff at the end of this post.]
So when I cut my hand while washing dishes Sunday night, Megan was right there in the middle of the blood and guts, handing me towels and instructing me to apply direct pressure. She was also the first to ask to take a peek and then suggest we very quickly take a ride to the emergency room.
Megan kept me entertained and distracted while waiting my turn and went with me back to the exam room because, as she said, "I want to see."
I had to get a tetanus shot, which was the worst of it all. But Megan assured me that the Sesame Street band-aid would make it feel much better.
When the doctor came in to do the stitches, I asked, "How many stitches do you reckon I'll need?"
Doctor replied, "How many do you want?"
Megan and I immediately replied in unison, "Make it an odd number."
In unison again, "Because that will be cool."
The doctor thought we were a little strange, but she gave me 7 stitches anyway, even though it really only needed 6.
We took before and after pictures with our cell phones. [Don't scroll down if you don't want to see.]
Megan bravely watched the whole thing. I didn't because, well, IT WAS MY HAND. But she gave me a detailed blow-by-blow afterward. And to thank her for that, I promise to watch if she ever gets stitches and give her a creatively vivid, techni-color accounting of the whole procedure.
Now playing on my iPod: Don't Let It Show by Alan Parsons Project