Stitch me up WHHHEEEEE

Yes dear reader, I have 5 stitches. I have realized lately how blessed I truly am. A lot of moms say "I would take {insert illness/disease/pain/etc} from my child in a second if God would let me." I get to. Or at least I hope so. This thing I have seems to be idiopathic so far and God willing, I will be the only one in this family who is afflicted with it. I will take that hit for my child. As the doctor plunged the needle repeatedly into my head (15 times) and I squeezed Regina Phalanges hand until it was it was the lovely shade of eggplant, I was thinking, "at least this isn't Howit". It literally could be so much worse. The doctor said "I have to cut some hair away" "I don't care-I'm not one of those girls-it will grow back-hair does that" And if it didn't OH WELL!! My hair is dark and the way I (and I will use this term very loosely) 'style' it you wouldn't know if you didn't know. Well, a nice bump is forming and somehow I have a bruise on my left arm and the head lac is on the right side of my head-HUH? What did I hit my head on? Either the drawers at work or the shredding box-the latter is the best guess-it's a big heavy piece of cabinetry. The doc I work for came to my immediate aid and I said "i'm ok" and she said "no, you're bleeding" OH-haven't done that before. Head through walls, fallen on dishwashers, fell into fireplaces, sprained arms, lots of bumps, lots of bruises, no blood. 6 years-bound to happen. So to urgent care we went. My girls rock. To my side they rush, they keep my spirits up and how do you continually thank people that continually are at your side? I feel like I owe them my first born or something. Do I bring them lunch every week? I feel like that gets old. They say stop thanking them, but I feel indebted to them. I am so grateful to them. Reader dear Reader, you know who you are, please any idea would be great. I am sad for the fall, but for the ones who pick me up, once again, I must say, WHHHEEEEE