Last night I finally got on at the same time as Lucy...we were having a great conversation. It was fun and I was really enjoying it. Then I hear "Mom! Mom! We need you!" I didn't really think too much of it because well they yell for me all the time. It is so much easier than walking up the stairs to tell me what they need. Then I hear "Oh My God! He is bleeding really bad!" Again, I didn't think much of it...they have a tendency to over-react. Like when the oldest got her piercing and it tore a little. She described it as almost ripped off.
Then the oldest boy comes up with blood down the front of his pants. Two dogs follow making bloody paw prints all through the house. Then oldest screams and runs upstairs. "He is really hurt and there is alot of blood."
So, I head down the stairs and out to the garage where hubby is propped against the wall with a rake through his foot. One of those straight iron rakes..three prongs went all the way through. He tells me to hold the rake while he lifts his foot off. It was horrible. But this is my husband. Heads upstairs...rinses his foot off...stops the bleeding...wraps in a sterile wrap and goes and plays WOW.
You see he has to work in the morning and he wasn't going to spend his night in the ER. That would just suck!
This morning he forced his swollen foot into his shoe and off to work he went. Not on crutches either. Just little grunts as he steps down on it. He said "I had my tetanus last year...why would I need to see the doc again." "A rake went through your FOOT!"
I spent the night pissed off because he wouldn't go...it oozed blood all through the night, staining the sheets. I had blood streaked through my house from him, the dogs, and the kids. There was a pool of it out in the garage where he was standing.
I told him if he was well enough to not see a doctor he could help me clean up this mess. He was less than impressed.
