Yondan - reminds me of another one a couple of years ago. I was kindly being the dummy for a friend of mine who was giving a lunchtime women’s self defense seminar. I was wearing an open-top boxer’s headgear. At one point, he took me down, and then laid an elbow to the top of my skull. SOB didn’t control the shot, and the top of my head split open. The women were impressed. I case you haven’t experienced it, scalp wounds bleed impressively.
Couldn’t get the thing to stop oozing, and I had to get back to work, and had theater tix for the evening. After trying to type one-handed (using the other hand to hold my scalp together) I broke down and had to call my wife and tell her I might need stitches (a gross understatement). Got home, and she said even if I was an idiot, I wasn’t going to queer our theater plans. I had waited this long, I could wait a little longer. So she slapped a couple of butterflies on me and we were off to the show.
Fast forward, and I’m in the ER around midnight. The folk first asked if I was going to press charges, and then expressed disbelief that I had allowed this guy to hit me in the head.
Then the choice was stitches or staples. The doc recommended staples, so I went along. Figured it would involve some high-tech gadgetry. Instead, they used what appeared to be a modified pocket pal. One person on either side pushed the edges of the gash together, while the doctor bore down to drive staples into my skull. You know how you really have to lean on it to get a staple through 30 sheets or so?
After 9 or so staples, I finally asked, “Uh, don’t you guys have any painkilling shot or spray you could use while you do that?” And using their best bedside manner they asked, “Oh - would you have liked some?” No, numbnuts. I’d far prefer that you simply drive staples into a gaping wound without any painkiller! Sheesh! Well, they only had a few more to go, and figured if I was dumb enough to volunteer to get hit in the head, my skull was thick enough to not need painkillers.
The doc says to get the staples removed, I can either come back to the ER, or go to my HMO if they have a “staple remover.” Again, I make the mistake of imagining some advances in medical technology. You know that grabby claw thing you have on your desk? That’s basically what they used. And you know who it is when you are trying to pull staples out of at thick stack of paper and one end gets stuck? So you have to twist and yank on it? Now imagine someone doing that repeatedly to a recently healed cut that responds by beginning to ooze again.
And for some reason my wife was not fully supportive of my interests in martial arts!