The Real ER

Last Thursday Kirk crashed on his bike. This resulted in a trip to the ER. He, being the 12 (almost 13) year old boy that he is, wanted pictures. I will not post the pictures of the injury cuz they are yeechy. Those of you who know me know that it took a while before I was brave enough to look at them. So, here are the non-graphic pictures.

Here is the doctor stitching him up. The conversation went like this.
Doc: How did you do this?
Kirk: I went off a ramp with my bike and missed.
Doc: Did you build the ramp?
Kirk: No, my Dad did (as he points at Jeff).
At this point the doctor looks up and Jeff smiles.
Me: I just stay inside.

Here is Kirk not looking while the doctor stitched him up. I want you all to know that I did look. Except when the doctor was digging around in the hole to make sure there was no rocks and you wouldn't look then either.

It wasn't to bad. Kirk did really well. He has a hole (there is a piece of flesh out front in the street somewhere) and a couple slashes just below his knee. He also ended up with some pretty good road rash on his arm. Actually, I am surprised this was our first major injury. Jeff said he already had broken bones by the time he was Kirk's age.