A few weeks ago, Kip and I were victims!
Not of anything sinister, though, we took part in an emergency situation drill at Bartlett Regional Hospital. Basically, we got to get all fake-bloodied up and walk into the ER along with 35 other "tour bus crash victims" and see how they handled it. Plus we got a free barbeque afterwards.
I was crash victim #25, who sustained a 3-inch head laceration and bruising. It took forever to get the red corn syrup out of my hair, but I still hold that I got the best treatment out of all the volunteers because of the whole being extremely pregnant thing. They wheeled me up to the OB-GYN ward and gave me juice while everyone else sat in the hallways of the ER watching the madness. Kip, who "sustained" only chest pain, kind of got the short end of the stick, but I did offer to share my juice, so he can't complain too terribly much.