Monday I get a text -
I took a drill bit to my finger. Have a piece of shrapnel stuck inside.
Nothing like making your wife worry. Three hours in urgent care and two stitches later everything turned out well. After 7PM and my hubby was still not home, I sent him a text -
You went back to work didn't you?
Yes, we have work to get done.
When he did get home Monday night, he had the drill bit in a bag as a souvenir. And an interesting story. He noticed the bit cut his finger right away. As he held it wrapped up to stop the bleeding, he felt something strange. One of his co-workers told him to hold his finger up to the light of his cell phone. Sure enough there was a strange shadow in his finger. Then I hear Shawn became the project du jour. First he had to go around the office, showing everyone the strange shadow in his finger with the help of the cell phone. Then they decided a magnet would pull the piece of shrapnel out. It didn't work. A facility full of engineers, no one was discouraged. They just found a stronger magnet. Shawn said he felt the drill bit moving in his finger with the second magnet. When the second magnet failed, Shawn was sent to the urgent care. It sounded like the doctor's form of extraction wasn't any better. He had to put a tourniquet on Shawn's arm to stop the bleeding while he dug around in the finger. It was the tip of his left pinky! After the drill bit was removed and one stitch in place, the doctor removed the tourniquet and more blood gushed out. A second stitch was put in. Then my hubby went back to work!
I'm not sure how much blood oozes from a little cut on a pinky; but what I do know is Shawn no longer has a spleen. When I hear losing blood and tourniquet, I think, have you been drinking enough water? He does not replenish his red blood cell count as well as someone with a spleen. But Shawn assured me he is drinking plenty of water. Why 12-12-12? Shawn had to make an appointment today to have his stitches looked at. He wanted to make it at 12PM - 12o'clock on 12-12-12. But 12PM is lunchtime no appointments made. My hubby was a little bummed.
In the meantime, I've learned this is Rachael's last full day of school for the year. Exams start tomorrow and they only have half days exam week. Wednesday the 19th is her last day of school before break. I need to get presents wrapped. I'm so glad I'm done Christmas shopping. But those presents are still sitting in my closet not wrapping themselves. My mother-in-law will be here on the 20th. Gretchen's surgery is on th 21st.
Gretchen was very concerned over Dad's injury. Upon hearing he had to get stitches she asked, They put you to sleep for stitches, right? I shook my head, no, looking over at Gretchen she turned pale, I'm going to be awake!? Nice one, Mom. No surgeries are different. You'll be asleep when you get your stitches. Phew crisis averted. Gretchen was glad to hear this news. I still think she was in shock her dad got stitches while he was awake. I must say I think I'm grateful the two times I had stitches I was asleep when they stitched me up. The first time I slept through most of the stitches being removed as well. After the surgery on my hand. The nurse removed one stitch and it hurt! I wouldn't let him remove anymore. My mom did it at night while I was asleep in bed. I woke up one morning and no longer had any stitches.