The ER Sucks, or Tell Me Another One, Captain Obvious.

Figured I'd better write a full on note about this instead of just a 140-character tweet, just to avoid sending anyone into a panic. B and I spent a good 4 hours at the ER last night - he was working in the shop, cutting the handlebars down on his motorcycle, when the cutting disk on his rotary cutter shattered - one of the broken pieces flew up & caught him in the lip. The cut really wasn't that bad, only about a half-inch long, but it went clear through his lip to the inside of his mouth, so we drove over to the ER at UTMC (only about 2 miles away, convenient!) and sat there for freakin' EVER waiting to get three stitches. It was kind of busy there, but it was still pretty annoying to watch nurses wandering around kind of aimlessly while we sat there. It didn't bleed much thankfully, but it's swollen as hell. He'll probably have a small scar, but his teeth weren't damaged at all so that's good. So that was our Memorial Weekend adventure!