Don't Make Me Laugh

No, this isn't my gruesome new mask for Halloween. I just got home from the ER (again!). This is for stitches on my mouth and brow from an extremely poorly timed gesture of love for my favorite cat.

I had just turned off my computer and desk lamp to go cuddle Paul on the couch sleepily, so it was pitch black dark on the set as I walked past my cat in her basket. I leaned down to kiss her in the dark, as I do 10,000 x's a day. Not being able to see her clearly, I didn't understand she was fast asleep. She felt my breath on her in the dark from a dead sleep and lashed out fast with claws and a hiss, splitting my lip nearly clean through and (this is the good news) missing my eye by an inch.

It was entirely my fault. I learned a big lesson--don't be an IDIOT! I doubt I'll be sticking my FACE in on a SLEEPING CAT in the DARK again! Gah!

Paul was here for this emergency and after he flipped out over all the blood, he sweetly drove me 45 minutes each way to the same ER I went to 3 months ago where they gave stupendous care again. I've been Lidocain-ed, saline washed, skillfully needle-sewn (funny after my last post title!) Tetanus-ed, and prophylactic antibiotic-ed. Ice and watch for infection, that's it. Oh, yeah, no smiling for a while!