Adam@Home by Rob Harrell for June 04, 2016
June 03, 2016
June 05, 2016
Transcript:
Clayton: Hi, mom! Laura: Wow! That's so realistic, like you have big wounds on...on your cheeks there. Ha. Got my heart racing...so real. I...but it's fake, right? Heh. Can't hardly look at it... Clayton: Then she got all pale and shaky and had to lie down! Adam: Aw. Savor this moment, son.
I have an interesting story about one of my real wounds and my mother. If any readers tend to get queasy, you should probably skip it.A friend and I were messing around, sort of “tightrope” walking on one of those wavy metal guardrails on an overpass when I slipped and cut my left shin to the bone on that rail. It was a clean cut, so it wasn’t bleeding much, but a big flap of skin and leg meat was hanging off and I could see my shin-bone. I didn’t panic, pulled my sock up to keep the flap from, well, flapping, and pedaled like a maniac for home, leaving my friend well behind. When I got home, the first thing I said to mom was “now, mom, please don’t freak out, OK?” To her credit, she didn’t. Loading me in the car, she drove me to the ER, where I got 20 stitches.