Taking my 36 foot Jeanneau
to the fuel dock
I hopped off to loosen the spring that was caught on the bollard. Of course the rest off the lines were back on board and somehow I must have put her in gear
when I hopped so off she went without me. I made a flying dive to get back on board and sliced my shin nicely, on the toerail, I suspect. Not a big deal, got it stitched up. However...
A few weeks later it's time for the stitches to come out and the just recently departed ex is over to pick up some things and offers to remove the stitches and save me the trip to my doc (she's a doc). A couple of days later my leg blows up, infected and puss-y and fat like a fender
. She 'forgot' one of the stitches. There's a moral (or two) in that story somewhere.