Gpa and I were at the doctor today. He said that symptoms from a fall would appear in the first hour. Ohhh, so we didn’t have to sit in the hospital waiting area for 3 hours.
While we were there, Gpa spit on his finger and rubbed it on his skin tear. I said, “no, don’t do that.”
Then the doctor said it is OK. There are antibiotics in the spit. Probably something he remembers from his grandmother.
OK so I’ll let Gpa spit on his cut.
Who knew?
