Chapter 19: An Accident, Part 2
Nerves: On alert. At Urgent Care, and no idea what to expect.
Common Sense: Calm down. We'll probably get stitches, and that will help us heal.
Skull: Awww. I was enjoying my new view.
Hair: I feel so yucky. I hope they do something about that.
Memory: Wait. Cleaning out a cut feels bad... very, very bad.
Brain: Yeah, and I have a feeling stitches will feel worse.
Nerves: Aaaaaaaa! Not helping, not helping!
Common Sense: Settle down, it would feel worse to let it stay open and get infected.
Brain: Ears, what did the doctor just say? I don't think I heard correctly.
Ears: Staples. She said, "staples."
Head: WHAT????
Blood: Oh goodie! Sounds like another opportunity for escape!
Optimism: Maybe it won't hurt that bad. Right?
Memory: I've got nothing here.
Brain: Shhh. She's talking again. Ears?
Ears: Wow. You're not going to like this.
Head: I haven't liked anything yet.
Brain: What is it?
Ears: The good news is that the staples shouldn't hurt.
Sense of Humor: Ha, ha! Wait. That's not funny.
Ears: The bad news is that we have to get Lydicain first.
Head: Nooooooo! What's Lydicain?
Memory: No idea. Never had it. But let's be glad she didn't say "novacain." I had that 26 years ago when the toenail was ripped off. That was a shot, and it hurt.
Toe: Ooooo, yeah, I do remember that. Not good. Very painful.
Head: Well, you have more fat in you to absorb that shot. Let's hope that's not what I'm getting.
Toe: Hey! Who are you calling fat?
Head: Sorry. I'm just scared.
Sense of Humor: Soon to be scarred. Ha!
Head: Go away, Humor. You are not needed here.
Eyes: Bad news again, guys. That's definitely a needle in her hand.
Head: Oh good heavens.
Arm: You baby. I get these all the time. It's really nothing.
Head: Again, fat! You have fat!
Arm: It's muscle, you know.
Head: Whatever. I don't have that either.
Back: What are you all complaining about? That needle is tiny. Did you all see the one I got before we gave birth... THREE TIMES!
Memory: Aww, that was worth it.
Back: I sometimes wonder...
Optimism: See, that wasn't so bad.
Head: Owww! What? Are you kidding me? Why don't YOU get a shot sometime and... hey, OWWW!
Ears: Yeah, you weren't listening. She said something about more shots. She's going to keep giving them until you feel nothing.
Head: Keep giving them??? How many was that?
Brain: Sorry. Lost count after 5.
Head: That's it. I'm outta here.
Ears: Oh wait, no. She just said to hold still so she doesn't mess up.
Head: Wellll. That's okay nowwww, I guesssss. I'm, uh... I'm feeling... kinda...
Memory: Groovy?
Head: Yeahhhh.... something like that.
Common Sense: Good. Must be working now. Mouth tell her we're numb.
Head: Yeah, baby. Comfortably numb.
Memory: You know, we were pretty young in the 70's.
Head: Whatever.
Brain: Bring on the staples. Gotta close us all back in together like the big happy family we are.
Head: Staples? What are staples?
Common Sense: Something tells me you'll know in a few hours.
Common Sense: Calm down. We'll probably get stitches, and that will help us heal.
Skull: Awww. I was enjoying my new view.
Hair: I feel so yucky. I hope they do something about that.
Memory: Wait. Cleaning out a cut feels bad... very, very bad.
Brain: Yeah, and I have a feeling stitches will feel worse.
Nerves: Aaaaaaaa! Not helping, not helping!
Common Sense: Settle down, it would feel worse to let it stay open and get infected.
Brain: Ears, what did the doctor just say? I don't think I heard correctly.
Ears: Staples. She said, "staples."
Head: WHAT????
Blood: Oh goodie! Sounds like another opportunity for escape!
Optimism: Maybe it won't hurt that bad. Right?
Memory: I've got nothing here.
Brain: Shhh. She's talking again. Ears?
Ears: Wow. You're not going to like this.
Head: I haven't liked anything yet.
Brain: What is it?
Ears: The good news is that the staples shouldn't hurt.
Sense of Humor: Ha, ha! Wait. That's not funny.
Ears: The bad news is that we have to get Lydicain first.
Head: Nooooooo! What's Lydicain?
Memory: No idea. Never had it. But let's be glad she didn't say "novacain." I had that 26 years ago when the toenail was ripped off. That was a shot, and it hurt.
Toe: Ooooo, yeah, I do remember that. Not good. Very painful.
Head: Well, you have more fat in you to absorb that shot. Let's hope that's not what I'm getting.
Toe: Hey! Who are you calling fat?
Head: Sorry. I'm just scared.
Sense of Humor: Soon to be scarred. Ha!
Head: Go away, Humor. You are not needed here.
Eyes: Bad news again, guys. That's definitely a needle in her hand.
Head: Oh good heavens.
Arm: You baby. I get these all the time. It's really nothing.
Head: Again, fat! You have fat!
Arm: It's muscle, you know.
Head: Whatever. I don't have that either.
Back: What are you all complaining about? That needle is tiny. Did you all see the one I got before we gave birth... THREE TIMES!
Memory: Aww, that was worth it.
Back: I sometimes wonder...
Optimism: See, that wasn't so bad.
Head: Owww! What? Are you kidding me? Why don't YOU get a shot sometime and... hey, OWWW!
Ears: Yeah, you weren't listening. She said something about more shots. She's going to keep giving them until you feel nothing.
Head: Keep giving them??? How many was that?
Brain: Sorry. Lost count after 5.
Head: That's it. I'm outta here.
Ears: Oh wait, no. She just said to hold still so she doesn't mess up.
Head: Wellll. That's okay nowwww, I guesssss. I'm, uh... I'm feeling... kinda...
Memory: Groovy?
Head: Yeahhhh.... something like that.
Common Sense: Good. Must be working now. Mouth tell her we're numb.
Head: Yeah, baby. Comfortably numb.
Memory: You know, we were pretty young in the 70's.
Head: Whatever.
Brain: Bring on the staples. Gotta close us all back in together like the big happy family we are.
Head: Staples? What are staples?
Common Sense: Something tells me you'll know in a few hours.
