Getting out of the car, blood on the driveway caught his eye.  As he looked up and down the blacktop there was blood all over, a big pool on the street with large drops leading up the driveway to the garage and continued into the house.  Seeing a bloody fingerprint on the door his heart started beating out of rhythm and he feared what was behind the door in the house.  He’d been gone only a couple hours and everyone was supposed to be on the other side of town at their daughter’s house where he was planning  on going after he’d dropped off some groceries picked up after hitting a bucket of golf balls at the course. What was going on?  Without another thought he opened the door and called out, Janie?  No answer so he yelled out her name again, JANIE?  He heard her name as he screamed, it hit his ears as he saw more blood on the floor leading to the kitchen sink and more blood in the sink on the cupboards, and a knife sitting in a pool of blood on the granite counter.  What has happened? Where is Jane? And what is all this blood?  Setting down his grocery bags he followed the trail of blood leading to the dark and empty family room.  The drapes were pulled closed and the TV was off.  He reached for the fireplace light and then he saw her.  Covered in blood with a dishtowel drenched in blood over her face.  The fear caught in his throat as he approached the recliner that she was laying in and shook her arm. She moaned.  So he shook her again. Trying to sit up and dropping the blood soaked towel he saw the gash in her head above her eye and with her movement blood started spurting again.  She opened her eyes but still looked asleep.  She was dazed. Honey he said, what happened?  She didn’t answer right a way so he nudged her again.

She said she fell.  Then she gave more detail still in a dazed haze.  She said she went out to get the mail at about 2 pm and her foot slipped on something and she stumbled into the street.  Feeling the blacktop scrape onto her forehead and her glasses break and the next thing she remembers was hearing and seeing tires rolling down the street.  She wasn’t understanding what was happening at the time but said she thought she should roll away from the noise of the car.  As she rolled she became aware of the curb and the mailbox.  She got up and reached in the box for the mail. At the same time blood started pouring all over the mail and she realized she must be hurt. Holding her head the blood started to gush, running down her arm onto her clothes even covering her shoe.  She knew she needed to get into the house and call someone before she passed out.  She closed the garage door and ran to the kitchen sink, grabbed a dishtowel and put pressure on the gash that was bleeding.  She picked a knife out of the sink, put there after she cut up a banana for a snack earlier and layed it on the counter.  She started running cold water to clean up her face and put cold pressure on the opening in her head.  She called our daughter and said she couldn’t go over there because she fell and was a little dizzy and afraid to drive.  Our daughter wanted to come over but she said she was fine and that dad went to the store and would be right back.  Not expecting her to be home he went to the golf course along with the store and didn’t return til 5 pm.  She said she was so dizzy she decided to lay down on the recliner and wait for him to return.  She fell asleep for 3 hours and this was the situation that he walked into.

The gash needed stitched from his view plus he was worried she might have a concussion because of her wobbly movements and hazy attitude.  She said no to the emergency room but okayed med-first.  He bundled her up and got her in the car and headed over to River Rd. and the medical clinic.

As they entered the clinic a nurse came over to her and asked him to fill out a report.  She took her back into an examination room and question her.  He first question of course is always, are you afraid at home.  After hearing about this accident they called her husband back.  They weren’t sure about a concussion yet and cleaned out the cut.  The Dr. came in and examined the gash and tried to determine if she had a concussion. Feeling there was no concussion he instructed the nurse to prepare the other room so he could close the gash with a minimum of 10 stitches he estimated.  She was put on a movable cart and the gash was again irrigated and cleaned. Her husband was now very concerned about scaring.  The Dr. assured him that there would be little to none when he was through and it healed.  He then showed the Dr. the scares from the surgery he had from wart removal as a child and the very noticible scars.  He assured him again that needles, stitches and Dr. methods had come along way in 50 years.

After numbing the area around the gash the nurse escorted him out to where he would be more comfortable and not critically watching every stich the Dr. inserted through his wife’s forehead and eyebrow. The Dr. assured her there eould be no pain but probably pressure as he was inserting the needle.  Yes he said 10 stitches.  2 inside and 8 outside closed everything.  He finished and walked over and washed his hands.  The nurse informed her that this might be a little longer as the Dr. was a perfectionist.  He put on another set of gloves and cleaned the area and examined the area again.  He then informed her he was taking out the stitches and starting over again.  He said he had a bit of OCD and felt he could make the stiches a bit smaller and straighter.  Great she thought.  A Dr. with OCD.  Or did her husband worry him about scaring and wanting a plastic sugeon.  Next time she would make him stay in the waiting room and not talk to any Dr. working on her.  So here goes. 10 stitches out and more slowly 10 stiches begin again.  He instucted no water on the area until stiches are removed. Only neosporan and after stitches Vit. E twice a day on tje area.  He said to just buy cheap Vitamins.  Break them open and use.  They left and follow his direction.  Upon returning home the house looked like a scene on Criminal Minds.  All ended well and there is no scar and eybrows grew back in. Just a funny story that happen in this retired couple life.