On Sunday I was carrying a huge tower of two (2) ceramic bowls into the kitchen and was distracted by the thought of taking a Tylenol (called Minoset here in Turkey) for my headache when said "tower" fell over onto our marble counter top. Marble isn't a very forgiving surface for ceramic dinnerware. One of the bowls ricocheted off of the marble and sliced my leg on the way down to its final resting place, the floor.
My thoughts at the time were:
1. Good thing Moonpie wasn't in the kitchen.
2. Oh man, I bought those bowls when I first moved to Turkey (insert brief moment of nostalgia here).
3. Hmm, my leg is sliced open.
4. Good thing I bought a new set of dishes last week!
5. Hmm, my leg is dripping blood.
I wasn't going to go to the ER because I'm American and I've been conditioned that unless your bone marrow is showing, it's not an emergency. But, after cleaning up the mess in the kitchen I realized that my little band-aid wasn't doing the trick, and the butterfly bandages I managed to find scrunched at the bottom of the first aid box just looked comical compared to the size of the wound I was trying to close with them.
And would you believe this was my first time having super glue or stitches (besides surgeries)?
When's the last time you had stitches (or super glue)?