Master of Disaster Volume 2

She’s done it again: Another country, another emergency room. Emily slipped in the bathroom near the pool (her story) and split her chin wide open. Given the stern warnings we gave her about taking care of herself on this trip, my guess is she was up to no good when the accident took place and the slippery floor is her cover story. If you’re a regular reader of this blog and considering calling the authorities, I can’t say I blame you. I’m getting suspicious my own self (as we say in Oklahoma) of Emily’s inclination to require medical attention. This time it was about a 2 hour ordeal from beginning to end (including the trip to the hospital) – not bad by Emily standards. The doctor gave her several stitches and she’s almost good as new. She’ll have to stay out of the water for most of the rest of our trip though.

By the way, I’m sure most people do this anyway, but travel health insurance is a bargain when you’ve got a spitfire on your hands like Miss Emily. When she broke her arm in France, our German plan covered much of the tab with the travel insurance picking up the remainder. The final cost to us was just a slightly shorter life expectancy (stress kills!).