If you’re not the type of person who enjoys being the center of attention, then I have to advise you not to slip and fall like a cartoon character on the pool deck of a four-star hotel in Las Vegas.
I do hate to be fussed over. So standing around in bikini, half wrapped in a towel and bleeding on a couple of other expensive towels while waiting for the hotel’s EMT, was not the start of a grand Thanksgiving morning or a fantastic end to an anniversary celebration. Three hours and seven stitches later, though, I was back on vacation.
Kudos to the lady behind the towel counter, who didn’t freak out when I started bleeding on her fancy linens. Also kudos to the hotel EMT, who hastily applied a butterfly bandage to my gaping elbow laceration and sent me to the nearest doc-in-a-box for further repair.
Most of all, special thanks to my husband, who despite being way freaked out and worried about me, actually mopped up a little pool of blood when I asked him to (I hated to freak out the other guests). Later, after witnessing my one-handed eating efforts (can’t bend your arm with elbow stitches), he cut up my turkey for me. You can’t buy an anniversary gift like that.
Entirely Adequate 
Oh no! That sounds like something I would do. I’ve fallen on the salt flats in Death Valley and at the entrance to our hotel on Kauai. I also broke my toe in a shark cage off of Oahu’s North Shore. If we’re on vaca & there’s a fall, I’m usually there.
So happy your husband was/is there to help. They are amazing creatures!
Stepher
If not hing else, it was memorable. And now you have a new moment to add to your list of reasons you love the Vanagon-driving, rope rappelling, calzone-making, ponytail-wearing man.
P.S. Glad you’re okay ; )