Thursday morning I stepped out of the shower to four missed calls from M's dad. Unfortunately, he tried to call again right away. When I picked up, he says he is headed to the ER with M. Oh fuck. I throw on clothes, curl my bangs (because ER doctors can be cute) and head for Emmanuel.
I get the full story on what happened while we are waiting for the lidocaine to take effect on M. Apparently, the X had changed the blade on his chainsaw and left it sitting in front of his utility closet at the edge of the kitchen. Dumbass neglected to put the guard back on after he did this leaving the chain exposed. M got up Thursday morning to get something out of the fridge, and when she went running back to the bedroom split her foot open on the chainsaw blade.
A few stitches later we are on our way. Thursday also happened to be M's last day of school which she insisted on attending because she did not want to miss the last day of school party. A chocolate-chip frappacino to make everything better and off to school she went.
Poor little girl... her foot's been all swollen, it hurts, and she can't get her feet dirty and it's flip flop weather.
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