I Never Went To Med School

Nor do I have any interest in watching those gory surgery shows on the tube. But for some reason when someone gashes their head open and needs stitches, I've been the only emergency nurse girl around. I've gotten good practice, too, as it's happened three times in my recent past. Once while canoeing on the Harpeth River, once on a dark, stormy night in the Germantown parts of Columbus, Ohio, and now on a boat, in the middle of Percy Priest Lake.

The good news is...the first two victims came out with barely noticeable scars, thanks to Lexus first aid kits, random pieces of clothing (good for tying around wound) and my suturing up with adhesive butterfly closure bandages. The third culprit was being stubborn and decided to wakeboard for the rest of the day, in between wound repair procedures, so we have yet to see the results.

Aside from the boat-trailer-headwound accident, Julie and I spent the majority of Saturday relaxing on the boat with our new friends; Crash and Frank the Tank. It was perfectly sunny, ridiculously muggy, and I enjoyed every minute of it. By late afternoon, once the water calmed down a bit, we tubed and wakeboarded till the sun went down.

I hadn't tubed duo-style in years so I wondered how well it would go over. There were a couple of jaw and chest wounds but ultimately we came out alive and had an absolute blast. I think the most catastrophic part of the whole situation was the loosing of our bikini bottoms on the fall as we flew about ten feet through the air before somersaulting into the depths below. Luckily, we were able to retrieve them...quickly and discreetly.

Wakeboarding...it's the new drug. I had never done it before and am now hopelessly addicted. I couldn't stop. As a result, I've felt like a quadriplegic for the past two days. Every single muscle in my body is so sore I feel like an old lady just getting around the office. So worth it, though. More, more, more!