Well, we spent 6hrs in the ER Monday afternoon/evening getting my 22m/o boy's tongue sewn back together--he bit completely(!!) through the right half about 1/4" back from the tip. All went well, had an excellent doctor (who told us that they don't stitch tongues, but quickly retracted that statement after the visual inspection of my boy's blood filled mouth) and nurse (who stayed an hour after her shift was done to make sure our boy was good-to-go) and the proceedure went very well. He was very tired as we got home about 2.5hrs after his bedtime, so I went into work late this am so he could get up when he felt like it and not be rushed. He got going this morning, all was well, he was terrorizing the dogs in rare form--everything is cool. Took him to daycare and as soon as he got there he was getting lovin' from all of the ladies there as the tongue accident happened on their watch--no worries as it was a typical kid injury, but they all felt real bad for him, so there was no lack of lovin' for him there. I hand him off to a lady who loves him as her own, and am rather surprised to get the flattening lower lip that preceedes the crying "don't go". He's cool, I leave. Backtrack to my wife's work to drop off her Blazer and pick up my truck and head to work only to get a call from my wife a short few hours later saying daycare called and he has pink eye. Swell. Now I'm all kinds of paranoid about getting it as my left eye feels strange now. I cleaned a bunch of junk off of his right eyelashes this am, but thought it was just Life cereal that he had ground into his eye with his wrist while eating. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but am wishing I had thought a bit deeper on the subject at the time. Hell, I was more concerned with blood pouring out of his mouth than an eye infection . So I get to stay home with him tomorrow (uh, today) and wash everything he touches (how do you sanitize a dog??) all while making sure I don't touch my eyes. As I sit here now I have one Kleenex for my right eye and another for my left for the inevitable itches that arise. I guess all is well though. I can deal with the eye issue (even if I do get/have it), but I don't care to ever see the inside of his tongue or frightening amounts of blood pouring out of his mouth again. I don't have issues with the sight of blood. Hell, I kept Band-Aid in business for a good many years, I watched my wife's entire C-section (didn't know exactly what I was watching, but I was going to make damn sure they were doing it right), grew up in a farm environment with/doing minor surgery, but I tell you what, that ordeal at the ER, just about had my buttons pushed. All of the crying and the blood and the visual aid of a flopping chunk of tongue was almost just more than I could take. My wife was crying, I really wanted to, but figured somebody had to retain their composure, so I refrained. I guess it is all in the joys of parenting, which by the way, I wouldn't trade for anything. It really makes me feel bad for the parents/kids who aren't able to get fixed up with some cat gut and sent home to sleep in their own bed and terrorize their pets the next day.