It seems that there is never a dull moment around here, especially when you mix a home-based business into it all. There always seems to be a need to run here or there. The children are getting used to us saying, “Change your clothes, get on shoes and socks, and GO TO THE BATHROOM. Then get in the van. Quickly! We have to go right now!” They still don’t seem to get the “quickly” part of it. There’s a disconnect somewhere.
Last night was no exception to the hoopla that goes on. Keith was working on a project here and my son comes in the house. “Dad cut himself really bad. There’s blood everywhere.” (Both of my sons kept saying that. The “blood everywhere” part.)
Great.
There really was blood everywhere. On his left wrist no less. Now, being an occupational therapist, I envision lots of horrible things…like cut tendons.
“Can you move your fingers?”
“Yes.”
Praise the Lord!
We applied pressure and then made a tourniquet to stop the profuse bleeding, but it was obvious that he needed stitches. So, once again, we are saying, “Change your clothes. Get on shoes and socks. Do you have to go to the bathroom? Well, TRY to go anyway. Hurry and get in the van! We have to bring Daddy to the doctor right now!” Blank faces and a delay of action. I even tried bending down and looking at them eye to eye with about 12″ between us. There’s a lot of distance between the ears and the brain apparently.
Somehow we got everyone in the van and I even remembered books to read to the children while we would be waiting. Adrenaline works wonders.
Keith ended up with 5 stitches. It wasn’t as bad as it looked apparently, but he is pretty sore this morning. He only has a transmission to put in today and an engine that needs to be installed sooner than later. Nothing big at all. (Sigh)
BUT, we are so thankful that it was not deep and that it was his left wrist.
God indeed is merciful to us.
Ps 59:17
Unto You, O my Strength, I will sing praises; for God is my Defense, my Fortress, and High Tower, the God Who shows me mercy and steadfast love.
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