Camping trip.
Friday night I went on a 4-H campout to The Iowa Great lakes. The first night wasn't bad. Played a little mini golf, walked around looking for girls, the usual routine. I went to bed expecting more of the same. Boy was I wrong. After a leisurely breakfast, I went shopping for lunch food for my club. After I returned, I started splitting wood for the fire. I was having success for a bit until the hatched glanced off the log and found my leg. My friend's parents were luckily right there, and drove me to the ER. The nurse was really nice and quickly cleaned it off a bit and told me a doctor would be in soon to take a look. I sat there with a piece of gauze on my gash for and hour. The doctor who showed up was very nice though. He gave me plenty of local anestistesia them poked around looking how bad it was. Turned out to be 12cm wide and about 3 inches deep at an angle. Luckily, it only went into the subdermal fat. Hooray for thick calves! He then cleaned it out and put two layers of stitches under under the skin to pull it closed. Then he put some on top to close the skin. After putting a few in, he decided staples would be better so he took the stitche out and started stapling. All this time feeling was returning, but I just wanted it to be over so I just grined and bore it. Ended up with 2 rows of disolving stitches inside and 16 staples outside. All and all a crappy deal. He proscribe antibiotics and told me to take tylenol. He offered narcotics if it was too much but I declined. Also had to have a tetnaus shot. Its covered in dressing now so it's all good. Doesn't even hurt too much though sympathy is appreciated.