Yesterday DH had the bright idea to Rollerblade to the grocery store to buy a copy of the Post. Well, he returned home briefly with a bandage on his hand and plans to go to the emergency room. He said he had dislocated his finger in a fall. I was baking a cake with Pouce and I needed a few minutes to get some food together for Chunky Monkey before we could leave. He insisted he could not wait. He didn't tell me how bad it was and I wondered why a dislocated finger required such urgency. He ended up driving himself because he thought he might be there all day.
It did take all day, mainly because he had cut his finger DOWN TO THE BONE! I mean, the bone was visible! And I let him drive himself...I will accept my award for Wife of the Year any day now. He got an IV antibiotic and multiple X-rays.
I was happy he was eventually okay, though we are on infection watch now. He'll be showering with a bag on his hand for the time being, but he should regain full use of everything. He's a lucky guy. Must have been because it happened on Christmas Eve.
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