Alert! Stop what you are doing and read this:
Martha had a run-in with the rock hard head of Francesca the dog, requiring emergency stitches.
She’s okay, thank god, and blogs about it like a true lady, bravely including lots of unflattering photos of both the gash on her face and the outdated surrounds of the Northern Westchester Emergency Room.
We aren’t used to seeing her this vulnerable and, frankly, wonder if she even knew these photos were being taken at the time.
But by being a bad ass and publishing them, she’s allowed us to feel for a brief moment that she is one of us, that even she can take a random hit and be stitched up in a drab room with unflattering light. Everyone* looks and feels the same in the ER. Some might call it the great equalizer. I call it a place to stay away from at all costs.**
Whatever it is, Martha went there and blogged about it and has risen ten more notches in our book. May she swiftly return to a state of unattainable perfection and to driving us completely insane.
*Some of us look like this every day but, hey, this post is not about us!
**Health care legislation subtext! Health care legislation subtext!