var options = { attributes: { rel: 'nofollow', title: 'click to open', }, className: '', format: { url: function (value) { return value } }, ignoreTags: ['a'], validate: { url: function (value) { return value; } } }; var str = `We had Tom Nozkowski, Joyce Robins, Kazimir Nozkowski, Hanna Boz, Rocket Nozkowski and Judy Linn for Christmas Dinner (see last entry). After cleaning up for a few hours, I went up to bed and after getting ready I got into bed and noticed there was quite a bit of blood on the sheets, then I looked around and saw a good size puddle of blood on the floor next to the bed and figured that maybe something happened to the cat. Cathy (Murphy) said she doubted it was the cat because she had just seen her, the blood seemed to keep coming and I did realize it was coming from me. My ankle was bleeding profusely. I tried tissues and then paper towels to stop the bleeding, but it was pouring out pretty fast. In the bathroom I sat on the toilet and held some drenched paper towels against my ankle, while Cathy tried to unwrap a very old bandaid from the medicine cabinet. I told her that she should probably call 911. Cathy went downstairs to meet the EMTs at the kitchen door. They got to the house pretty fast, probably within 15 minutes. At one point there were 5 EMT people up in the bathroom with me and 4 or 5 more at the foot of the stairs. They established that I wasn't dizzy or nauseous or feeling faint. Laura (I think that was her name) washed off the area sprayed some saline on the puncture and the blood starting flowing again. She wrapped a bandage tightly around my ankle, Laura also took down some information, my name, what medicines I took, etc. Before going downstairs, I went into the bedroom so I could change my t-shirt which had paint on it. Downstairs I asked if someone could get the book I was reading (My Struggle, Karl Ove Knausgård), my glasses, my insurance card, and a credit card. I couldn't find my liscence, but it didn't seem to be important, because of all the other stuff I had. Out in the driveway were 4 or 5 cars and 2 ambulances. I was escorted into one of the ambulances and as we headed out to the hospital, they took my vital signs and checked the wound. In the emergency room at Vassar Brothers Hospital, I was looked at fairly quickly by two doctors. In the end, they glued the wound (not much more than a small puncture) with Durabond. When I was released I had trouble finding a way home. I eventually called Peter Charlap, see last entry. When I got home Cathy had cleaned up the blood from the bedroom and the bathroom.`; document.write(linkifyHtml(str, options)); ]]>