"Please don't cut yourself"

Tonight was spent in the ER of Advocate Good Samaritan Hospital. Rob cut his hand while trying to pry frozen hamburger patties apart with a sharp knife. Right before he did it, I said "please don't cut yourself." I just knew it was going to happen. It was like I could see it happening before it happened.

I of course freaked out but Rob was pretty calm about it. We called his dad and we went to the hospital. I thought we would be there for several hours but we weren't there for too long. We didn't have to wait at all. The part that took the longest was the stitches. Across the hall from us, there was a person in a body bag. It made me a little sad. That and my weak stomach are two of the reasons I didn't follow my mom and sister and go to school to be a nurse.

So for today, here is a picture of Rob's hand all bandaged up. Oh by the way, he got six stitches.