fil smashed his head, right above his right eyebrow on my side table last nite. we were, um, hugging. he was half asleep. he went AGGGGHH and when he took his hand away from his forehead his entire hand was covered in dark red blood and his forehead was all smeared and bloody, a cut totally stitches-worthy.
we never have bandaids available so after i cleaned it we used my cotton makeup removal pads and a hundred pieces of scotch tape. i wanted to use packing tape but fil said no.
at work today he told everyone he hit his head on the shelf in the bathroom in the night, the full-contact hugging version being a bit too sketchy to address to thirty people at 7 in the morning.
poor fil.
