We get home from school and work this evening, D opens the screen door (his routine, he loves to be a "helper") so that I could unlock the back door, and immediately he starts screaming. Apparently he didn't move his foot out of the way fast enough and the bottom of it caught him. :( I rushed him inside to clean it up, but took one look at it, and headed out the door. We tried this little clinic first near here, but the doc is on vacation, so we headed up to Plano Medical Center.
He gashed his ankle and it was worrying me because I saw white underneath and it wasn't bleeding THAT much, not gushing or anything, but the skin was definitely torn apart and some of it was hanging as you can see.
Anyway, we were there from 6:30pm to 11pm...egads...but in the end, he came home with 6 stitches and a popsicle in his tummy for his efforts in fighting and screaming when they were sticking a needle in his ankle...heh...
He is happily passed out in the bed...I don't have a pic of the stitches but here's a purty pic of the original wound...and one of D being silly with some stickers they gave him in the ER room.
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