Not REALLY My Idea of a Date

I was happily getting ready to fix fajitas for supper last night. I went out to the patio room where the chest freezer is to get the steak and some cheese so I could get started. I took all the stuff off the top of the freezer, opened the lid and got out the food and shut the lid. Well, I must have disturbed something when I got the cheese out, because the lid wouldn't shut all the way. Well, I had already put everything back up before I noticed it, so instead of taking it all off again, I just lifted the lid and slipped my hand in there to move the cheese over to the middle. Well, unbeknownst to me, there was a broken light bulb in the lid (that's normally covered, but the cover broke a while back). Actually, I DID know about it. My niece Emily had told me about it a while back. I THOUGHT I had told my Dad, and I THOUGHT he had taken care of it. Well, evidently I didn't tell him, so he had no idea it was broken. Well, the light bulb is gone now, but not before I sliced my hand open on it. And I mean SLICED. The ER nurse said it was so clean, it looked like a scalpul did it. It was deep enough that it took a few seconds for it to start bleeding, but when it did, it was DARK red. I was freaking out, but rather calm through the whole thing. My sister Bridget had just left, so I called her first to see if she could turn around and come take me to the hospital and leave the girls here to help my Mom with Adri. Then I called Ben to tell him to step on it and get home asap! Luckily he's still new enough at his job that he can leave for home at 5pm and not leave anything undone. As things turned out, Ben got home just as Bridget and I were headed out to the car, so he ended up going with me to the hospital.
It was actually kinda fun. My adrenelin was really high still, so I was in a really silly mood. We sat in the waiting room, Ben holding up my arm, and watching their tank full of tropical fish. They had two clown fish—an adult and a baby, so we had no choice but to name them Marlin and Nemo. Then there was another little red fish that seemed to scoot everywhere, so Ben named him Scooter. He was funny. He seemed to only want to use his tail fin instead of his side fins, so he kinda swam like he had an outboard motor on his butt. And he would pluk himself down in the little crevices in the rock and just sit there. He'd start at the top and then "hop" down stairstep-like. He was really funny. Then there was a really pretty magenta and florescent yellow one. He didn't do anything; he was just pretty. It was then that I realized *gasp* I was having fun with my husband!!!! It's not that he's not fun...I have just been under so much stress lately that I haven't been able to let go enough to have fun. It was an amazing blessing.

Back to the gorey details. They took me back and shot my hand up with numbing medication. I'm not usually one to flinch at needles, but that sucker HURT!!!! Then Ben told me I squeezed like a wimp, so I hit him. Then an EMT came by and scrubbed out the wound&mdashand I mean S_C_R_U_B_B_E_D!!! You know, like you would scrub a pan with baked on grease. I kept looking at it thinking, "I am SO glad that thing is numb." Someone came by and took xrays to make sure I didn't have any glass left in there, and then they came over to stitch me up (they gave me six, but probably should have been 8 or 10, Bridget said). That was actually kinda cool to watch. After that, they bandaged me up and sent me home with all sorts of cool toys and a bottle of percoset. I had the best night's sleep last night!!!!

So now I'm home trying not to slam my hand into anything. I never realized just how much I use my left hand!!! But most of all, I'm taking comfort in knowing that I won't always be constantly frustrated with everything and eventually will be able to have fun with my husband again. Soon....

posted by Brandi at 10:06 AM