Not a good sign...

5 days into our renovation and we had our first trip to the ER.  Tom was taking down a fluorescent light housing that should have been bolted in to the ceiling with 2 screws, but, surprise! there was only one, so it came down and caught him on the arm.  Ouchies.  Buckets o' blood.  It looked like a chain saw murder had taken place (ok, that's an exaggeration - maybe just an axe murder), but he needed 5 stitches to close the gaping wound that was so deep, the doc almost gave him stitches on the muscle.  Ewwww.  But Tom says it's ok, because "chicks dig scars."