I was planning on spending all day Sunday catching up on life.

My to-do list included:

  • Drink coffee on porch with a stack of magazines
  • Make something out of giant bowl of fresh apples
  • Paperwork stuffs
  • Watch BILLS game
  • Grocery list/weekly meal planning
  • Repot plants in the greenhouse
  • Dye my hair dark brown
  • SWIM and spend time in hot tub with HWMMS
  • Organize closet/do laundry
  • Send list of hockey games over for #WeberShoe2013
  • Try to hydrate and relax to get a nip on this chest cold…
  • Maybe even blog a little and watch Iron Man 3

What did I do instead? I spent most of the time at our local hospital ER getting a puncture wound looked at. Yeah, I’m a klutz and a fatty. Last night I was sitting on a blanket enjoying a bonfire with friends and when I tried to get off the ground I leaned over to where a friend was sitting and grabbed a hold of the arm on a plastic chair when the arm snapped and poked into my forearm. I’d say at least 1/2 inch. It was painful but I cleaned it up and went along my merry way. NO I WASN’T DRINKING! In fact I drove home.

Worse case scenario, I would have a scar. So what. Except when I looked at the wound. I saw fat. FAT FROM MY BODY! Oh my, I almost vomited. I can handle blood and gore (as long as it isn’t near the eyeball…) but this, this was disgusting.

We got home around midnight and DESPITE MY HUSBAND TELLING ME I SHOULD GO TO URGENT CARE OR THE ER and despite looking up “puncture wound fatty tissue showing” on Google and reading that you should get it checked out immediately…I opted to go to bed. Stubborn Jenny. Just plain tired. Plus it wasn’t that big of a deal. The Smith side of me (never go to a doctor) prevailed over the Baker side of me (go to the doctor for everything.)

Later this morning I decided to listen to my Husband…he told me to text my brother and cousin and see what they thought.

3 + hours later it was a good thing I went, turned out I needed 8 stitches and the doctor had to reopen the wound a bit to get it stitched properly. And I have a script for antibiotics. Who knew?

I guess HWMMS knew, right? 🙂 I just want to remind him that if the tables were turned he would have been just as stubborn.

Also, if you live in WNY and have to go to the ER, I’ve been told the busy time on a Sunday is around 11am…because people want to get in before the BILLS game. Not kidding. And the nearest urgent care from where we live happens to be in Orchard Park, which is where the BILLS were playing a home game today so, yeah, no one drives to Orchard Park on football Sunday unless they are headed for the Ralph.