I forgot to say that Kevin's injured hand is his right hand and the most injured finger is his ring finger. His pinky is also pretty bad. Fortunately, he is left-handed, so he can still write. And text, thank goodness!
I thought that was important for the story, but I forgot to mention it in the post. That is why we edit our posts before publishing!
And the way the whole thing happened is that he has a winch (yes, it's a real thing, Neesie, not just a person) on the front of his Jeep and he wanted to respool it to make the cable straight. So once it was almost all the way in, he was holding it to keep it straight and pushed the lever the wrong way, which sucked his hand into the spool instead of reversing.
And, since his right hand is currently lame, he can't even drive the stupid Jeep, because it's a stick shift.
And, do you watch The Office? I love that show!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
okay, okay
I know...it's been forever since I last posted. But, I got a very sweet, encouraging phone call from my aunt tonight, and she told me it's time. So...
Last Saturday, I was doing something I never get to do--take a nap with my boys. Usually, Kevin lays down with them, but he had some work to do on his Jeep. So, we lay down in my bed and zonked out.
A few short moments into the nap, Kevin comes into the house in a major panic. This is not like him. He is yelling at me that I need to get him to the emergency room, because he has just nearly cut off his finger!!!
Ummm...WHAT?!?!?
So I jump out of bed and run outside to ask my neighbor (who we know well) to come stay with the boys till my dad can get here. She's not home! So I run across the street to the neighbors who are outside (probably watching me run like a crazy person) and I ask the woman to watch my kids!!! I seriously have only formally met this couple one time, and have said maybe 50 words to them since then. They are very friendly, we just don't ever see them.
Do you hear what I am saying??? I was basically leaving my children with a stranger.
Okay, but Kevin's finger was falling off, maybe.
But, as Donna (the one I didn't know too well) was coming over, another neighbor (who I do know) came to check on us and said she'd be here, too. Phew! So, I call my dad and he heads this way, as Kevin and I get in the car and drive to the hospital.
This is the only time Kevin has gone to the emergency room since he was, like, 9. I am trying to be calm, which is easy, being that I NEVER overreact. ha! Kevin is losing it on the way there. (I hope he doesn't mind me saying that--I mean, he had good reason to lose it!)
So, we finally get there, and I drop Kevin off as close to the door as possible. As he gets out, a very sweet police officer comes to my window to let me know I am in the wrong place to be dropping off. Well, I sort of lost it then. I gushed about the situation, and she kindly told me to just watch out for ambulances that might be pulling out. OK!
So I park and go in, and Kevin is already back in triage. This is the first time I actually look at his hand. It's yucky! I won't go into too much detail, but gross. Then we wait in chairs (that's what they call it on ER, which is where I received all of my medical expertise) and we quickly go back to a room. The nurse comes in to check him, and then the DOCTOR.
Y'all, I was glad that I had on this cute dress and make-up, even though it was a Saturday. Because he was beautiful. Dr. McDreamy of this particular hospital, I'm sure. If I'd had my camera, I'd have taken his picture. No camera. Bummer.
Oh, wait, huh? I lost my train of thought there for a minute.
Okay, yeah, the doctor. He looks at Kevin's hand, and makes these faces, like, oooo, not good. So, Kevin says, "What? What do you think?" And Dr. McDreamy says, "Well, I can't say you aren't going to lose this finger. And if you've broken any of these bones, here, you'll need surgery."
EXCUSE ME???
So, I just sit there as quietly as I can, because though I am a little freaked out, Kevin is a LOT freaked out. And still in lots of pain, because he's still had no pain medication at this point. The doctor says, "We are going to take some x-rays and go from there." Okay!
X-rays, then a BIG FAT needle full of glorious numbing juice, then Kevin can relax a little. And since he was numb, I went ahead and told him that I might be in love with his doctor. He really did not care.
His parents were, by now, in the waiting room, so I went to get them, and since only 2 visitors are allowed at a time, I waited for them to go back. The x-rays came back while I waited, so his mom came to tell me that there were NO BROKEN BONES! NO TENDON OR ARTERY DAMAGE! That was a complete miracle. It was.
So, all he ended up needing were a few stiches and some very nice narcotics and we were on our way. Now, a full week later, he is still in quite a bit of pain. It's what they call a crush injury, and so his hand feels like a ginormous bruise. He's only taking the pain meds at night now. So that is the most exciteing thing that has happened at this house in the past few days.
Oh, and Ben wore underwear all day yesterday without an accident. YAY!
Whoa, I think this has been my longest post!
Last Saturday, I was doing something I never get to do--take a nap with my boys. Usually, Kevin lays down with them, but he had some work to do on his Jeep. So, we lay down in my bed and zonked out.
A few short moments into the nap, Kevin comes into the house in a major panic. This is not like him. He is yelling at me that I need to get him to the emergency room, because he has just nearly cut off his finger!!!
Ummm...WHAT?!?!?
So I jump out of bed and run outside to ask my neighbor (who we know well) to come stay with the boys till my dad can get here. She's not home! So I run across the street to the neighbors who are outside (probably watching me run like a crazy person) and I ask the woman to watch my kids!!! I seriously have only formally met this couple one time, and have said maybe 50 words to them since then. They are very friendly, we just don't ever see them.
Do you hear what I am saying??? I was basically leaving my children with a stranger.
Okay, but Kevin's finger was falling off, maybe.
But, as Donna (the one I didn't know too well) was coming over, another neighbor (who I do know) came to check on us and said she'd be here, too. Phew! So, I call my dad and he heads this way, as Kevin and I get in the car and drive to the hospital.
This is the only time Kevin has gone to the emergency room since he was, like, 9. I am trying to be calm, which is easy, being that I NEVER overreact. ha! Kevin is losing it on the way there. (I hope he doesn't mind me saying that--I mean, he had good reason to lose it!)
So, we finally get there, and I drop Kevin off as close to the door as possible. As he gets out, a very sweet police officer comes to my window to let me know I am in the wrong place to be dropping off. Well, I sort of lost it then. I gushed about the situation, and she kindly told me to just watch out for ambulances that might be pulling out. OK!
So I park and go in, and Kevin is already back in triage. This is the first time I actually look at his hand. It's yucky! I won't go into too much detail, but gross. Then we wait in chairs (that's what they call it on ER, which is where I received all of my medical expertise) and we quickly go back to a room. The nurse comes in to check him, and then the DOCTOR.
Y'all, I was glad that I had on this cute dress and make-up, even though it was a Saturday. Because he was beautiful. Dr. McDreamy of this particular hospital, I'm sure. If I'd had my camera, I'd have taken his picture. No camera. Bummer.
Oh, wait, huh? I lost my train of thought there for a minute.
Okay, yeah, the doctor. He looks at Kevin's hand, and makes these faces, like, oooo, not good. So, Kevin says, "What? What do you think?" And Dr. McDreamy says, "Well, I can't say you aren't going to lose this finger. And if you've broken any of these bones, here, you'll need surgery."
EXCUSE ME???
So, I just sit there as quietly as I can, because though I am a little freaked out, Kevin is a LOT freaked out. And still in lots of pain, because he's still had no pain medication at this point. The doctor says, "We are going to take some x-rays and go from there." Okay!
X-rays, then a BIG FAT needle full of glorious numbing juice, then Kevin can relax a little. And since he was numb, I went ahead and told him that I might be in love with his doctor. He really did not care.
His parents were, by now, in the waiting room, so I went to get them, and since only 2 visitors are allowed at a time, I waited for them to go back. The x-rays came back while I waited, so his mom came to tell me that there were NO BROKEN BONES! NO TENDON OR ARTERY DAMAGE! That was a complete miracle. It was.
So, all he ended up needing were a few stiches and some very nice narcotics and we were on our way. Now, a full week later, he is still in quite a bit of pain. It's what they call a crush injury, and so his hand feels like a ginormous bruise. He's only taking the pain meds at night now. So that is the most exciteing thing that has happened at this house in the past few days.
Oh, and Ben wore underwear all day yesterday without an accident. YAY!
Whoa, I think this has been my longest post!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
what do you think???
Is a bag of chocolate covered pretzels and a cup of grape juice considered a balanced and nutritious meal? Because that is what I just fed my kids for dinner. And I promised them a popsicle if they finished everything!
Go ahead and nominate me for mother of the year...I totally deserve it!
Go ahead and nominate me for mother of the year...I totally deserve it!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
happy third birthday, benji!
Yesterday was Ben's third birthday! WOW! That is so hard for me to believe. We had a fun time with our family. Ben got way too many toys, but that's fine with him! I'm not sure who was more excited about the new things--Ben or Andy.
He told Neesie it was too loud!
I am BATMAN!
He blew out each candle separately...so cute!
When Ben opened this he said, "Ooohh, a swimming tang [thing]!"
He thought it was a life jacket!
He thought it was a life jacket!
He told Neesie it was too loud!
I am BATMAN!
He blew out each candle separately...so cute!
Happy Birthday, Benji!!! You are my favorite Benji in the whole world!
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