I originally told this story on my AOL blog; there's a link to that on my sidebar, but if you found this story it would be without pictures. Because when we imported our AOL journals to Blogger, the pictures were left behind. So I'm re-telling the story, with pictures uploaded.
Because it was Saturday and our insurance makes us pay a certain amount to use the emergency room, I had Cliff do some first-aid, telling him he could take me to the doctor on Monday for a tetanus shot.
So two days later I called for an appointment with a nurse-practitioner, and we went to the clinic.
"Oh, yes," answered the nurse.
Gee, all I wanted was a tetanus shot.
Well, back in those days I was always looking for something that would be an interesting blog entry. So when Dr. G came in to do the first, deepest sutures, I asked permission to take pictures. He seemed puzzled, but assented.
I really felt they were making mountain out of a molehill, but at least I got my tetanus shot and a few pictures.
Five days later, this whole incident was overshadowed by my husband's emergency open-heart surgery. Compared to that, my little procedure was indeed a molehill.
As the old Sesame Street song says, "The big becomes the little when you move it back a bit."
I got pictures for my blog from that adventure, too.