Paging Dr. Orman

We had some sort of unexplained accident yesterday with Jonah, his toe and a step. I've never seen a stubbed toe bleed like that before. But there he was, sitting in rehearsal, blood stains spreading on the carpet from his Curt Schilling sock. I'll spare you some of the gross details involving either a glob of fat extruding from the tip or a massively popped and hanging blister but some direct pressure, antibiotic ointment, a couple of dressings and a phone call to my dad later (there's usually a phone call to my dad in these situations - Executive Producer and Off-Set Medical Consultant), Jonah was fine. A little limpy and wearing slippers but fine.

The irony, the beautiful, beautiful irony of it is that the next shot was scheduled to be a close up of his feet and his girlfriend's dangling off the side of the bed. We put a sock on him and he was fine. Changed the dressing between set ups and there you have it.

Finished all of the Josh and Allie scenes yesterday which is too bad. It was nice mixing things up for a day. Though Liz thinks that I don't think much of women, I insist that everyone gets treated the same. I have a very even hand when it comes to objectification.