The good news is that Left Brain is feeling much better now, after passing his cold off on to me. He is always so good about sharing.
The bad news is that he felt so good he took off on his usual 15 mile bike ride.
I was busy playing pickleball, minding my own business, when after our game ended he called me over from where he was sitting on the bench. I thought he came to see me play...how sweet.
When I approached him he said how well I had been playing and then casually added that we needed to go to Urgent Care....that he might need stitches.
It seems that his front tire hit something funny and down he went, and while trying to break his fall he split his palm open. It looked nasty and I'll spare you any photos of the actual injury. I guess the blood on his legs should have been my first clue something was wrong.
We hustled off to Urgent Care, which was located quite close to us, and he received the first stitches in his 68 years, which is really something of a miracle to those who know him well.
The PA that worked on him said he was lucky it wasn't lower because it could have affected several tendons.
After receiving his 13 stitches we went out for lunch since it was noon and we were already out of the house. He was much calmer about this than I was.
I had been enjoying our new routine of leaving all the dishes for him to wash while I waltzed out the door to go play, but he is unable to submerge his hand right now so he's relegated to being the dryer.
Amazingly he said it really didn't hurt and he was back out there biking again the following day...but with gloves on now.
It's never boring with him around.
Long Live the Queen of Stitches