Wow, that reminds me of the time my husband cut his hand. This happened about 10 years ago, I was gone shopping, I came home and there was blood on the counter, blood drops on the floor and a note that said, "Don't worry, I'm fine, I went to the ER". So of course I freaked out, I called the ER and they actually let me talk to him. What had happened was he was going to make a pizza for lunch, he was cutting a stick of pepperoni into slices and the knife slipped and he cut his hand. So he was in the ER getting stitches. I told him to make sure he got a tetanus shot because I couldn't remember him having one since we had been married. Well, he got home and he said he didn't have a tetanus shot, the dork! So I made him get in the car and I drove him back to the ER and made him get one! He was not happy and saying rather nasty things.

I went and got a tetanus booster a couple of years ago, and made him come along and get one too. So that way at least I know he's up to date. I swear, it's just like having a kid again.