He could see that I was hurt. I was bleeding all over the floor and all I needed (I thought that was all)
was the little green cushion I needed to kneel and get up. And Frank says, "We've got to go to the ER!" But I said, "Why?" I just hit my head a little, at least that's what I thought. And then I looked in the mirror. I had a 4-inch gash in my chin, a bump on my head, and, let's put it like this, I knew he was right.
So that's where we went and fortunately, it was pretty dead so we didn't have to wait long. The doc was really nice and said it was pretty common and that there was nothing I could do to prevent this and it just happens when your blood pressure bottoms out. I expected stitches but, as usual, I'm in the dark ages. They don't use stitches anymore, they use glue. So I was glued and released and, well, it looks worse than it is but if I attach a picture to this blog, it would really gross you out. So that was the inspiration for tonight's blog.