Big Ouch and Little Ouch

I was going to kick back and have a relaxing day today but my plans didn't exactly pan out. About 12:30 I'd just turned on the Lifetime TV channel and was heading to the kitchen to do a couple of dinner preps that needed doing early when the phone rang. I heard "Brenda, garble, garble, garble, emergency room, garble," then dead air. I knew it was James when he said my name and when I heard the emergency room part I started to panic so I tried calling back, nothing. I tried again, and again, but nothing. By then I was rushing around trying to get dressed while brushing my teeth, still carrying the phone, when it rang again. James said he was on the way to the emergency room but then he had to hand the phone to someone else because he said he was "getting sick".

I was freaking out by this time.

The other farm manager was finally able to tell me what was going on. One of the dimwits, actually the biggest dimwit on the farm, had hit a lever on the backhoe while James was working on the bucket and the bucket fell on his feet. He told me he was taking him to the emergency room, he was bleeding, he thought most of the damage was to his big toe, and would I please meet them there.

So, we spent the whole afternoon in the emergency room. James's big toe looked like what a watermelon looks like when you drop it, sort of exploded. The emergency room doc did a pretty good job of stitching everything back together, I even assisted a little by holding his second toe out of the way so he could stitch that side up, and held James's leg still because the nerves were twitching from the pain he was in. (I wouldn't make a good nurse folks, that wasn't anything fun to watch.)

After we left the emergency room we went to the pharmacy to pick up some loracet and bandage supplies and finally made it home around 5. I finally got the big man fed, foot propped up, meds in him and came in here to my computer when I heard this awful BOOM and BANG that knocked the picture and bulletin board off my wall. Zach was taking a shower on the other side of that wall so I jumped up and ran to see what was going on. He'd locked the door so I had to wait for him to unlock it, and all the while he was crying. When I could finally get to him I found that he'd slipped on his soap and had hit both shins on the side of the tub and now has two goose egg sized knots.

It's going to be a long week folks.

Do they still make those tension rods for the shower curtains? I'm going to be needing some.