My date can't get enough of my cooking skills, so I agreed to make him dinner at my place one night. I had everything set up very nicely, and the food was shaping up to be superb. I was planning on a spinach salad, shrimp marinara, and coffee cake for dessert.
All of my dishes were coming out seamlessly until I pulled out a crystal platter to add ambiance to the coffee cake. The platter shattered in my hands just as the doorbell rang. I looked at the crystal on the floor and the blood gushing out of my hands, and I went to answer the door. "I had an accident" was the first thing out of my mouth.
After my date cleaned up the blood trail, he took me to the emergency room at John C. Lincoln. Even though it was a Saturday night I got right in to see a doctor.
The staff was so attentive, and the PA discussed all of my options for anesthesia and sutures. I was in and out two hours and four stitches later. And thanks to the awesome staff the pain was never too much to handle!