The phone rings.
The sister: Allison! I sliced my finger open, I think I hit bone, do I need stitches? I don’t have time for this. I start my job tomorrow.
Me: Oh wow, I’m not sure. I’m going to give you to the boyfriend and he’ll know what to do.
The boyfriend: Hey, are you okay?
The sister: I think I sliced my finger to the bone, do I need stitches?
The boyfriend: Oh wow! All the way down to the bone? That’s impressive! Did it hit the nail, or was it just muscle?
*thump*
And this is why the boyfriend is in pathology, where he doesn’t deal with patients.
My husband is in pathology too… they are a special breed, aren’t they?
Absolutely, we have some great laughs together
And that “thump” cost me an ER workup replete with EKG and head CT. Nice. $
It’s one of those things that’s only funny in hindsight. And when you’re not footing the bill.