Pesach prep leads to ER adventure :(

Crash!!!

[ ¶ ]

"Are you all right?"

[ ¶ ]

"No!"

[ ¶ ]

I found my husband bleeding from the head. He'd been cleaning the bedroom when, apparently, the wire for the vacuum cleaner had gotten tangled up with the wire for the Shabbos lamp, and the lamp had come crashing down on his head. I've never weighed the Shabbos lamp, but my guess is that this ten-ton monstrosity actually weighs around five pounds or more.

[ ¶ ]

We went through quite a collection of tissues to stop the bleeding, and decided that it might be wise to hop an ambulance and let the hospital check out the injury. Fortunately, the fine folks at the Emergency Room said that it was such a superficial wound--a nice inch-long gash in the scalp--that there was no need to worry about a concussion or a CAT scan. Unfortunately, my husband is now, somewhat late for Purim, walking around looking like Frankenstein, with three surgical staples in his head. And he'll have to spend probably several hours of Erev Pesach at the hospital waiting to have the staples removed. But it could have been a lot worse. I told my husband that I could think of better ways to dye one's hair. :)