I was an accomplice to a medical procedure that should never be attempted at home. Against my wishes, I might add.
Grant walked in the door (home from a two day trip to DC) as I was busy getting dinner with a screaming baby on my hip and calmly announced that he needed stitches....for an accidental self-inflicted wound on his chin. Don't ask me what happened, I can't tell you.
Like his new beard? He's only been growing it about 5 days.
Yes, that is a thread going through his skin, strung there by one of my sewing needles. I shot this photo while he took a little break, all the while trying to keep myself from getting sick. I may have gotten the highest grade in my First Responder class in college, but that doesn't mean I can handle real wounds.
Oh, you're wondering why on earth he's stitching up his own chin? Because he didn't want to pay $75 to go to the ER. Yep, he'd rather spend that money on ammunition for one of his weapons. This was all against my counsel, for the record.
He took this photo himself, after I had left the room. My role in the procedure? Tying the knots. He couldn't get them too well and needed help and gosh darn it, Corban hasn't learned how to tie yet. It's a good thing he can sew better than I can, because I never would have been able to do it.
The finished product. Four stitches, with black sewing thread, done in our bathroom. Rest assured, everything, including the thread, was sterilized with alcohol and he covered the wound with antibiotic ointment after completing the task.
Not my favorite way to spend an evening. At least it was before dinner.....or I might have lost it.