This past weekend, I went off to Bangkok and left Andrew at home for Easter. I didn't want to, but I had a couple appointments, and Andrew had committed to speaking at the men's retreat this weekend with our Khmer church. I spent a few days shopping and meeting up with friends. Somehow, Bangkok seemed cooler than Poipet, probably because air conditioning is so much more prevalent there - like, everywhere, actually. Andrew traveled, played music at church, and managed to get stitches for the first time in his life.
I wanted him to tell the story, but as he's a bit busier than I am, it falls to me. We were talking on the phone late Sunday night (I at my hostel in Bangkok, he at home), when he said he needed a kleenex, then suddenly hung up. He called me back a few minutes later, saying with a shaken voice, I just cracked my head open, I think I need stitches! I freaked out a little bit inside, mostly because I wasn't there to take care of him. Apparently when he'd opened the bedroom door, a giant insect flew in his face, and in his frenzy to get the bug off him, he'd jerked open the metal door right on his left eyebrow, leaving a large gash that bled pretty well.
But he was able to call our Khmer friends who drive the ambulance - not that he really needed one, but he was a bit dizzy and didn't want to drive himself to the clinic, so they came and picked him up. They took him to a local doctor one of our friends had used before for a pretty nasty leg wound that needed sewing up. Andrew convinced him to use lidocaine (always a luxury here), and after a few minutes, the doctor had popped in two stitches and sent him on his way. Andrew was back home less than hour after it had happened, and was only $5 poorer for the experience.
When I got home the next day, I was pretty pleased with the doc's handiwork. Although it's covered with a bit of plaster tape in this photo, the tape fell off last night, with a nice clean wound and good stitches in (which, I think are absorbable? The doctor didn't tell Andrew anything about wound care, signs of infection, or coming back to get the stitches out, so I can only assume...)