It’s Friday, so while the rest of the world is out getting their grande nonfat tiramisu lattes (hold the whip), I’m here at the hospital wondering how hard some people’s heads really are. I know we stress don’t text and drive all the time, but guys, don’t text and walk either. I just finished stitching up a kid’s forehead from where he tripped and fell into a fountain, knocking his head on the way down, all because he was texting his girlfriend that he was running late to breakfast. Now he’s
really late, but props to him for just receiving a few bruises and stitches. It could have been a lot worse, but Hard Head Harry got lucky.
So, make sure you keep your eyes on the path you’re taking when you’re walking so you don’t have to come in for me to stitch you back up because the fountain suddenly jumped out and tripped you. It sounds like common sense, but here we are.
Tldr; watch where you're going if you have to text and walk, and I’ll get off my soapbox. It’s time for coffee #3.