The other day, someone dropped something on my mother’s toe around 7 in the morning. At 7 in the evening, when she informed me of this injury, it was still bleeding.
“Have you gone to the doctor?” I said.
“No,” she said.
“Do you want me to take you to the doctor?” I said.
“No, I’ll be fine,” she said.
“Your toe is seeping blood at an alarming rate,” I said. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to a doctor?”
“No, I’ve got a bandage on it.”
“Well, fine, then,” I said. “Just don’t exsanguinate in your sleep.”
“I will try not to do … that,” my mother replied.