I went to work at 6am and got off at 6pm. When I got home I decided to make a nice dinner for me and Brandon before I snuggled up on the couch to watch some more Christmas movies. :) Well I just finished making the twice baked potatoes and was just about to throw them in the oven to let the cheese melt when Brandon came home. He asked if he could help with anything. I told him to get the country fried steak out of the freezer and put it on the pan, so I could throw it in the oven with the potatoes. He did that and then I thought he was done helping. Just as I turned to get something out of the fridge I hear him yelp. Next thing I know Brandon is over the sink saying he cut himself. My first instinct was to go get the box of band aids. I brought the box into the kitchen and he's crying. I didn't know what was so wrong. I assumed it was a little paper cut or something, but no I looked at his finger and blood was just gushing out! I grabbed a towel out of the drawer and told Brandon to apply pressure cause we were going to have to take him to get stitches! It was so deep. I threw my shoes and coat on as fast as I could. Brandon was freaking out because he knew we couldn't afford a doctors bill and I was like "okay you get in the car or I cut the whole finger off now!" Let's just say I've never seen him get out to the car so fast. And in the car he was starting to panic and hyperventilate. I drove him to Readicare. We went in and the receptionist told us to have a seat and fill out the paperwork. Brandon couldn't fill the paperwork out so I did it and realized that I knew none of his information! Luckily he calmed down enough that he was able to tell me the information I needed. We had to wait almost and hour in the waiting room. His finger didn't quit bleeding and had soaked right through the towel, so the receptionist got me a ton of gauze. People in the waiting room looked at us like ~ "Shouldn't you be in an emergency room." And it was while we were waiting that I realized that I looked like a freak in my pajamas and fuzzy socks sticking out of my brown dress shoes. haha oh well! We finally got back to a room and the nurse took his vitals and then had him put his hand in a tub of sterile water. After a while they put a tourniquet on his finger to cut off the blood flow so it would slow the bleeding. Turns out Brandon has good circulation! His finger still gushed out blood. The Nurse Practitioner finally came in and started to stitch up the finger. It took 8 stitches total! I was completely fascinated at how they did stitches and was kinda excited about watching it done ;] Around eleven we were finally able to go home. Once we were home I noticed that in all the rush we had left dinner out on the counter, so I threw it in the oven real fast and cleaned the blood out of my kitchen sink. In case you were wondering- HOW did he manage to cut his finger so deep? Answer: He was trying to cut a piece of cheese and instead of cutting down onto the cutting board, he cut it sideways and lost control of the knife and it cut right through his thumb! Gives a whole new meaning to cut the cheese hahaha lol :] The next day I went to work at 6am and Brandon came in at about 9. Everyone asked him what happened cause he had a huge bandage covering his thumb. I think he got to tell the story to nearly everyone at work!
If you are grossed out by blood don't look at the pics below...
Things I learned:
- Brandon does not do well with blood or injuries
- I am glad I have some nursing skills and remembered to tell him to apply pressure and to remain calm and try to breath because I wouldn't be able to carry him in if he had passed out
- I need to know Brandon's information in case of a medical emergency
- Don't allow Brandon to use our sharp knives
- We now have a new understanding of the saying I cut the cheese :]
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