St. Clair Hospital...my other home

In the past 4 months, Glenn and I have jointly visited the ER 4 times. That averages out to once a month. Let me assure you, it's not me. It's Glenn!!! In June, he had shingles, in September his heart and today....he sliced his hand.

I really try to have sympathy for him. Honestly, I do. Today he decided that he did not like the bug deflector on the new truck he got because it made the truck look like it belonged to an old man. Hello, you are an old man! He was using his olfa knife to slice through the double stick tape and decided that maybe he'd see how it felt if the knife slid over and sliced through his backhand and thumbnail.

I was driving home from the grocery store and got a call "honey, I'm headed to the ER." Not the call any wife likes to hear and I really hate to hear it. I feel like I'm developing a personal relationship with the ER staff.

Glenn was wheeled into the back because he almost fainted and was so woozy from the loss of blood and having glimpsed the wound that he almost lost his appetite. I say almost because by time the NP had given him 11 stitches, his appetite was back. Unfortunately, our original date night plans of ribs or burgers had to be altered. We needed to find a meal that only needed one hand. Eureka! Olive Garden!

So date night was back on and he managed to down two plates of salad, several breadsticks, an entree of fettucine alfredo w/grilled chicken and a piece of lemon cake. I wonder what he could have eaten had he not felt slightly nauseous from his ordeal?

So, now we are home resting only slightly comfortably before we have to rise early tomorrow morning so he can direct me on how to clean boat bottoms. Do I look excited? I assure you not. But, I love my husband and don't want to lose out on our vacation that these boats are paying for.

Tomorrow, I will upload a pic of the wound that has my husband incapacitated as if he were just back from war and in need of a full time nurse.