Sorry, too damned tired today to do much (see De-clutter thread) today. Didn't get to sleep until about 1:30 and my body insisted on "waking up" at 7:00. I don't function on too little sleep.

But both Tom and I slept well, what sleep we got. And I did get about an hour's nap, not that it did much good.

Tom fell yesterday on his way into The Press Room for the session and put a gash in the back of his head. He insisted on using just a cane and refused the steadying hand of a friend and got thrown off balance by a gust of wind. He was okay other than the cut, and the bleeding pretty much stopped right away (amazing since he's on Plavix), and he REALLY wanted to visit with people (since it had been a month since he'd last been to a session) so, despite the fact I thought it needed to be looked at by a professional and probably needed stitches, we stuck around the session for a bit. A friend called another session regular who is a is a FNP-C and she brought her gear to look at the wound and pronounced that it, indeed, needed stitches.

So at 5 PM (we'd actually only planned to stay until 6:15 so Tom could get into the house before dark) we headed to Lee Urgent Care which was on the way home. Sigh. Good idea and Tom got in right away, but...because he's on blood thinners he needed to have a CAT scan and they couldn't do that, so sent us on to Dover (semi-backtracking on the 2nd leg of a triangle from Portsmouth) to the ER. And the Wentworth-Douglass ER was having a busy night. 2-1/2 hours waiting until he could get the CAT scan. Then wait for it to be interpreted (it came out fine; and a doc said the interpretation was the quickest he'd seen accomplished, too), then wait to get stitched up. Stitches, not staples, because the wound was (we were assured it wasn't as bad as it sounded) "macerated". Five hours (at the Wentworth-Douglass ER) -- not counting the time at Lee Urgent Care and the half hour drive. We managed to maintain our sense of humor, though. Especially about the NOISE. The cacophony resembled a John Cage orchestration. Just when we though we'd heard all the weird noises (door constantly slamming behind me, beeps, bells, gongs, whooshes, one nurse's clattering shoes), something else would chime in. If you didn't laugh, you'd slit your wrists and there's no future in that.

We didn't leave the hospital until 11 PM. (He fell at 4.) Oh, and it was FxxKING SNOWING when we came home!!! Arghhhh! Hadn't eaten anything since lunch and McDonalds had just closed, so the only option was the drive-thru. Very unsatisfactory. Fun getting Tom safely into the house, too, since there was fresh snow over the kitty littered ice.

Couldn't go right to bed, of course. Plus had to post at Facebook so people wouldn't worry since they hadn't heard from us sooner. (Tried to call the Press Room but my cell wouldn't work in that part of the hospital.) So didn't turn out the light until 1:15 -- and woke up at 7:00 AM. I don't function on too little sleep. Did get a short nap, but it didn't help.

Made a couple phone calls, etc., this morning to get this afternoon's sea music session squared away. Hope we get a report on that since neither of us were up to going.

The wound on Tom's head hurts, but he doesn't seem to have any other aches from the fall.

Linn