Eek. Yikes. Whew. OK.... A glass broke while Juan was washing dishes today, and it bit him pretty badly. It was one of those odd trajectory-and-motion things where a glass slips and breaks and at that point catching it is no longer a Good Idea.
He is likely to be not the happiest of campers for a few days, but he was very lucky, all things considered. Our downstairs housemate The Bob was home, and speedily took us to the nearest emergency room, where we had an extremely calm, laconic confidence-radiating doctor. He's all stitched up now, and on pain meds, and has been watching movies that Mike brought over for him. (I know he's on pain meds because he has been happily watching a television broadcast of a modern Romeo and Juliet. Before that, it was the Avengers movie, and Mrs. Peel had him smiling happily.)
Today's words we were extremely glad to hear are
( under this cut tag, because they are vivid medical info that some may wish to avoid. )Whew. So my mammal has a stitched-up paw. The prognosis is good, and he has meds and movies and television. I'm checking on him every now and then, and bringing him Stuff as needed, and smooching him.
As he said, this isn't exactly how he had figured to spend his Saturday.
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