So the evening started off nice enough - - - -but wait til you hear the ending!
It was getting about time to start dinner shortly, so I decided to get my shower out of the way early and then make dinner. Opening my pajama drawer I noticed a cute shortie satin nightie with matching robe. I thought a minute to myself as I also saw my familiar old plaid flannel comfy nightgown and decided that - - well what the heck? We have no one else but us and the herd of animals we feed and no thoughts of company coming over. So . . I slipped it on.
David was already in the kitchen starting to chop up onions for our much awaited for enchiladas. Boy did they ever sound good! Everything was started when I happened on the scene. Surprise at my choice of jammies crossed his face and he smiled. We finished making the dinner and chatting endlessly about the weekends actvities. After putting the dinner in the oven, we returned to the sewing room to continue with "production".
David said he would start cutting out some of our newest fabric. I told him - - -and be sure to remember this point . . .Yep . . the wife told you so! All men out there should take heed - - -Anyway . .I knew he was tired and told him that he should just stop and rest while dinner cooked - -I was only going to finish up one last dress. As I was sewing along . . .I heard him mutter something under his breath and figured he had made another mistake in cutting . . . so I of course started to tease him.
He left the sewing room while I was asking him what was wrong. His reply, "I cut myself
&*%$#!" I continued on until I realized the water in the bathroom had been running quite awile - so between rumbles of the machine I asked if he was alright. No response. Typical man - - no response.
A little irritated - - -okay alot irritated - - I got up and went to the bathroom . Cut himself????? CUT HIMSELF???? Oh my goodness . . . I felt instantly nauseaus as his arm was in the air, the sink full of blood and it dripping off of his elbow. Now those of you that know me will think I am making a good story better but no lie . .. there was blood everywhere . I leaned against the wall and went for the first aid kit . . . . I thought about calling 9-1-1 but didn't know if I could make it to the phone without collapsing . . . Besides .. I thought it might not look good if I was carried out on a stretcher. I summoned my strength and of course my Girl Scout training - - -boy I wished I'd paid more attention in that First Aid class.
Fact of the matter - - -he had cut the tip of his finger plum right off. Visions of Papawishus flashed before me! As David continued to apply pressure we soon ran out of gauze. Those two packs in the first aid kid were gone in a few seconds. (Note to self: Must go to Rite Aid and stock up on first aid supplies!) I managed to find a clean rag and began cutting it into stripes for him to wrap around his finger. I then decided . . . .guess we best find the missing finger - - -maybe we'll need it - besides this would give me something to do instead of "helping" in the bathroom.
Off to the sewing room I went - - -as usual all the animals had been with us while we were working -- and there on the cutting board was our newest addition - -Baby Kitty Sammi - - -and she was batting at something with her paw - - -no lie - - -it was the tip of David's finger. Talk about almost loosing your cookies - - -the sink of blood in the bathroom was looking better all the time - - -- I managed to rescure the remaining finger knob and took it to David . . Now what I thought he would do with it . . .I don't know . . .but it seemed reasonable at the time.
Of course Mr. Macho refused to go the ER - - I think the thought of the $200 deductible sold him on staying home. Guess he didn't think a finger tip was worth $200 - -- and when I suggested going to the fire station he laughed. Guess a fire hose wouldn't have helped - --but I think I could have used one to clean up the mess in the bathroom - but he clearly wasn't thinking of me!
Well . . we got the remaining finger bandaged up and the bleeding seemed to stop. That was trick in and of itself - - Ever try to bandage a finger with a dog leaping on your lap and 2 cats trying to check everything out and a kitten trying to play with everything? We sat down on the sofa's - - he on one and me on the other and both just looked at his hand as he held the bandaged appendage up in the air.
I then got up to go to the bedroom when he asked - -"hey, where are you going?" My reply - - -"Well to put on my flannel nightie silly . .I'm freezing to death in this thing and somehow the romance seems to be gone for this evening." We both laughed . .. and when I returned of course as any good wife I had to say - - -"See? Didn't I tell you that you were too tired to be cutting out and to sit down and relax?" He smiled and commented, "I knew that was coming." We both laughed - - gotta keep your sense of humor even during this minor tragedies of life - -- of course it's only minor because it wasn't MY finger!
Aren't you all glad that I don't know how to post pictures . . Hmmm . . .is there a scrapbook page here somewhere? Oh . .about those enchiladas . . . .they were a little crispy!
Monday, March 30, 2009
My Grandkids
Technology Impaired!
Decided I would start my own "blog" after enjoying those of others. After all - - I too deserve a place for bragging rights about my children, grandchildren and various other escapades. Unfortunately, I am terribly challenged in this area. While I would want everyone to think that I am a mere slip of a girl who would know all of the in and outs of computers like everyone in the young generation - -I guess I'm fooling no one . . not even myself . .. and those that will read this will definitely know the truth. Alas. . .I guess I will have to wait until I can get assistance from one of my tech savvy children! Until then . . .this won't be pretty - --and I have no idea how to upload photos . . but at least it's a start!
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