the first ER trip of our marriage.

If there's one thing I try to avoid like the plague, it's a trip to the Emergency Room.

I. Just. Can't. Handle. It.

1)  Overcrowded seating - like the airport - but you don't want to sit right next to someone because, you know, they could have some communicable disease or something. They're in the ER for a reason.
2)  The loooooong wait time.
3)  Blood and other bodily fluids.
4)  People there are in pain.
5)  No one wants to be there - even the nurses at the desk and the security guards*.

*You have to go through security here in the city before you can get into the ER.  Crazy, right? 

As the title of this post states, we experienced our first ER trip of our marriage. (Yay for the fact that our lucky streak lasted 21 1/2 months!) Poor Ben slipped on some ice and somehow managed to get a good sized cut on his hand that would not stop bleeding. Fortunately, Ben stayed calm, I didn't freak out as much as I normally would have, and we got to the hospital safely in the freezing rain. Turns out, he didn't end up needing stitches so the nurses bandaged him up and sent him on his merry way and told him to go to Student Health Services on Monday for a Tetanus shot. I have pictures, but they're super gross, so you're welcome for not posting them.

Oh, and we're moving again in three weeks. We can't wait. :) 

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