I’m back in PR, and I have wasted no time adding to my
scar collection. For those who may be
keeping track, this will be my 5th scar in 2 years here. Too bad none of them have great stories. This is no exception, so I won’t feel badly
if you do not read on.
On Monday, we had a nice lunch for Jen in the chapel at
school. We were trying to be fancy so
the tables were set with real plates, silverware, and glasses (instead of
plastic or our school dishes). As I was
washing some dishes afterwards, one of the glasses broke right in my hand and
cut me in various places. There was a
lot of blood and one very deep cut on the bottom of my pinkie finger.
Once Jen saw the wound, she got in her car and rushed to
pick up her fiancé in Fajardo (he’s a doctor).
He came and assessed the damage and bandaged me up. It didn’t look that bad at that point, and it
didn’t even hurt.
Then after dinner, I was playing with baby Joella, and I
looked down at my hand and saw blood pouring out from my Band-Aid. I immediately called the doctor (who was less
than 10 feet away) and also nurse Rebekah (who was 5 feet away), and they fixed
me up again.
Dr. Peter prescribed me plastic dishes, cups, and
cutlery.
Everything is healing nicely now, but it should leave a
mark. Apparently I could/should have
gotten stitches, but I’m so glad I didn’t.
So the moral of the story is…Don’t wash dishes—or if you
have to, do it with a doctor and nurse present!
