"I think she's dead!"

So we had a very exciting day on Friday. It all started with me putting dishes away. I was putting some mugs away and they clanked (is that a word?) together. One of them broke and sliced my hand open. It was bleeding pretty badly so I called Carl. While talking to him I proceeded to pass out. I woke up to Gavin and Astrid standing over me saying "Is she dead? I think she's dead." Believe me, it is not a great experience waking up to your child saying this. I assured them I wasn't dead. Carl, who had left his job immediately after I passed out, got home shortly after. We carted the kids off to Jenny (who saved me again) and Carl took me to get stitches. I only needed 3 but I also had to get a tetanus shot which I think is worse than the stitches because my arm still hurts! My hand is doing fine and only hurt a little bit on the first day. It is mostly just an inconvenience! I would post a picture but I don't like to look at it.