Oh for Pete's sake! 15 minutes after B is supposed to be down he appears over the top of his door- looking down from the top bunk. We had him corralled up there other days, but he had chosen to sleep on the bottom bunk, so Mr. Motorcycle went in to set him straight. Well, in getting B in the dark, Mr. Motorcycle hit his head on the ceiling fan blade. We did the best we could with alcohol pads and witch hazel on a q-tip. I would have liked to suture it, but it was the middle of the night, not an emergency, and the pharmacies around would have been closed. So, we cleaned it out and put antibiotic cream on it. It approximates well, but is deeper than I like. In fact, it's hard to know how deep because I don't have any instruments- minus the q-tip we found in Mr. Motorcycle's overnight bag… Of course in Mr. Motorcycle's "1st aid kit" all I found was expired pepto bismal, aleve, triple antibiotic cream, one huge pair of gloves and 2 gauze pads. See anything missing? There aren't even any freaking bandaids! Pastors of HCC, you are lucky none of you had any medical emergencies when travelling with Mr. Motorcycle to Tanzania a couple of years ago... this is the same 1st aid kit from then!