Sunday started out wonderful. Hubby and I were both up early and determined to tackle some things at the house. We were working along. I was trying to get the rest of the screws out of the upstairs bathroom floor while Hubby was building a basement cellar door.
The neighbor came over to see what we were up too and talked with Hubby a bit. I continued working while they chatted outside. Then I heard the saw start up again and I got a sick feeling and stood up. Just as I was standing I heard Hubby call, “Jo, you better come down here.” The sick feeling got worse. I ran down the steps and as I passed through the dining room, I grabbed a clean rag that I had there to use for cleaning.
Just like I suspected. Hubby had hurt himself. I can’t explain the foreboding feeling I had as I heard the saw. I just know I had it. From the way he was holding his hand, I knew it wasn’t good. I handed him the towel to wrap his hand, grabbed Ruby and off we went home. When stopped at home, we both changed our shirts and put Ruby in the kennel. As I was running back out the door, I grabbed my stitching bag not knowing how bad it was or if we’d have to travel on to LaCrosse to a bigger hospital.
As we were driving, I started asking how bad it was..what he was doing when it happened and all the details. He was using the circular saw cutting a board. He cut the right pointer finger (yes, he is right handed) and the top side on his middle finger on the same hand. He thought he probably cut it to the bone…(yep, I winced a bit too.)
This, for the record, is my third such trip with him to the ER. The first was his right fore arm..26 stitches outside and some inside. The second was his left hand middle finger. That ended with surgery and re-hab and a finger that still doesn’t bend right. Those were farming related and covered through workman’s comp.
As I was driving I started to realize how dirty I actually was. I was covered in sweat mixed with sheet rock dust. My fingernails were caked with dirt under them. I hadn’t showered. I was wearing my oldest clothes and are all stained and disgusting…then I remember, this wasn’t about me.
We got him to the urgent care/ER window. The receptionist asked if he could bend his finger thinking this would decide if he went ER or urgent care. He unwrapped it, tried to bend it and blood shot out of it (just like a little boy peeing when you change a diaper). He could bend it though. We got it all covered back up and he went to urgent care and I went to the waiting room. He later told me that the urgent care doc took one look at it and said nope..to the ER.
Two hours later, I had done some stitching on my Fit to Frame Along block, called the kids and picked up some antibiotics. He did cut to the bone, again cutting through the tendon. There is no chance to fix it with surgery as it is not a clean cut. He will be able to bend his finger at the middle knuckle but not at the upper knuckle. He goes back to the doc in 15 days to get the stitches out. It’s a longer period than normal because as I said, it is not a clean cut.
I have no idea how he does it but not once did Hubby cry, moan, complain, or even wince for that matter…no once-not even for a blink. The only thing he said through it all was….”dang, we didn’t have time for this”. I would have had tears in my eyes before I knew it hurt.
We went back home, ate some left overs and then went back to the house in town. I thought we were just going to clean up but no..he wanted to work on the house. Thankfully the neighbors and then friends stopped by and then invited us for supper.
…on a side note, as I was stitching in the waiting room at the ER, I looked down and my legs desperately needed shaving. I have never been more embarrassed about my appearance in town. As I was walking through WalMart, I had this awful feeling that I was being filmed and would end up on that website The People of WalMart…but again, this isn’t about me. But boy did I feel disgusting.
We accomplished so little today. Hubby and I both are a little sad about that but both very, very thankful that his injury wasn’t worse.