Anyway this evening I missed a call from my father and when I called him back he said only two words: "You win." And I was confused. He explained. Turns out he had just gotten home from the doctor because, while on a job site, he was hanging a lighting fixture and the screwdriver slipped. After gushing much blood, he came home with two stitches on his wrist. We are a clumsy people.
Unlike my accident, however, this was not his first run-in with a screwdriver. When I was younger I remember him working on something in his old Mazda pick-up truck and stabbing himself in the hand with a screwdriver. Good goin', Dad. I wouldn't make fun of him if he wasn't okay. :)
So that's about all the excitement we can handle at the moment. Possible update this weekend.