| Re: bitten by a monkey
Not quite the same but similar. When I was five years old I fell out of a chair and split my head open when I landed on the edge of the tiled fireplace hearth. My father was a farm worker in those days and had just come home for his dinner. According to my mother, My head was wrapped in a towel and my father ran with me in his arms to the boss's house about half a mile away where the nearest car was available. I was then driven to the doctors surgery about two miles away with the boss's housekeeper holding the towel round my head to try and stop the bleeding.
Apparently you could see the bone the cut was that wide. The doctor took one look at it and said no time to go to hospital and promptly stitched it up without any anaesthetic or freezing it. My dad said that people could hear me screaming at the far end of the street as the stitches went in, five in total. I still have the scar to this day although it only really shows when I get my forehead very cold. This all happened in 1956 so I have now given my age away
Roger |