i admit, "gaping" might be a tad strong. more accurately, this wound was oozing with blood and swelling like fresh melons, and the surrounding bruises came in an array of colors that would make the good folks at pantone dizzy with excitement. i have issues with needles and vomit (and clowns, but that seems irrelevant here, doesn't it?) but apparently i can handle caring for someone with blood falling out of him. it helped that it was my husband, jeff, who took some particularly nasty stage dives this weekend. i'd probably be less likely to wipe blood off a passing stranger - that would be odd.
anyway, this dressing a wound was a first for me. it left me feeling glad that i could do something to help him and only mildly grossed out. the picture doesn't do it even a smidgen of justice, but enjoy. note how clean the wound looks.tomorrow: becoming an expert on an obscure historical event. suggestions please!