Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Oops!

This happened about a month ago, I just haven't got around to posting it. I was just about to climb into bed when I hear Stephen call my name rather urgently from the adjacent apartment. I walk in and he's bleeding profusely into the sink and the conversation went a little like this:

Stephen-"I cut off the end of my thumb!"
Me- What?!
I cut off the end of my thumb!!
What do I do?!
I don't know!
What do you want me to do?!
I don't know!
I don't know what to do! Uh...I'll call my mom, she's an ER nurse. (ring ring) Mom! Stephen just cut off the end of his thumb! what do I do?!
mom- Can I call you back?

Well it wouldn't stop bleeding after an hour so we took him to the ER where we waited for another hour and then the Doctor stuck some lidocaine in it and wrapped it up and we went home. It was a lovely evening! :) And here's some pictures.

3 comments:

Big Al said...

I was there!!! and pretty much saved the day... your welcom mr. and mr. spence :)

Steven and Becky said...

Sounds like an experience that is good to have in the past tense!! Glad you survived it and are on to bigger and better things. Looking forward to the 18th & 19th. Love Ya Both,
A. Becky & U. Steven

Jake and RaNette Free said...

Wow... he wasn't kidding. He really did cut off the end of his thumb... and then you POSTED A PICTURE??!!!? hahaha. That'll put a damper on the building-a-home process. :) Good Luck!