“How bad is it?” the ER doctor asked me on Monday night. I was clutching my hand, bandaged in paper towels and sport tape, bleeding from a gash via a broken wine glass. “It’s bad,” I said, slightly terrified. The doctor and nurse slowly unbandaged my hand, examining the cut. They exchanged a look. Then they laughed. “We have different definitions of bad.”
A Hand In Repair
A Hand In Repair
A Hand In Repair
“How bad is it?” the ER doctor asked me on Monday night. I was clutching my hand, bandaged in paper towels and sport tape, bleeding from a gash via a broken wine glass. “It’s bad,” I said, slightly terrified. The doctor and nurse slowly unbandaged my hand, examining the cut. They exchanged a look. Then they laughed. “We have different definitions of bad.”