I said, "You'll be fine. Shake it off."
She said, "It hurt really bad." (again, in a very even, calm voice)
I said, "Okay, I'll get you some ice."
I went in the house, grabbed some ice, then came back to my husband saying, "I don't think ice is going to cut it."
That's when I saw this (only with a lot more blood):
(Sorry if you're grossed out but I actually had to see that thing in real life.)
And he was right. That was definitely not anything ice could fix. So off we went to the ER. (where the tears finally came) I almost cried too when I saw the size of the needle the doctor used to numb her. It was massive. But anyway, she's fine. An x-ray, 3 shots, antibiotics, and 8 stitches--just the way we all like to spend a Sunday evening.
This is just another piece of evidence to add to the very long list of Why Weights Are Evil.