Well it was almost over before it began.
Yesterday, in the thrash that can be expected on the day before departure, one of the items on my to-do list was to cut the grass. Last time I mowed I noted that the mower really needed the blades to be sharpened. Here is where the plot thickens (stick with me and I promise I will bring it full circle to Kyrgyzstan).
I removed the blade and placed it on a bucket. Then putting one foot on top of the blade for a brace, I used my long file with a handle. Using both hands, I put one on the handle, and one on the tip of the file, allowing me to bear down with full force on the blade and eventually get it nice and sharp. On one of my last passes on the blade, my hand slipped and the full force of my body landed wrist first on the now nice and sharp edge of the lawn mower blade slicing my wrist in a suicidal manner perfectly perpendicular to the length of my arm ala Tim Taylor.
Fortunately, my lovely bride and her mom were not far away and before I lost too much blood we were able to apply pressure with a rag and some duct tape. They elected to call 911 not knowing how bad the cut was. Well, luckily we erred on the side of caution and the medics said a self led trip to the emergency room would be sufficient. I was glued closed and put back into business in no time. God is good.
I now have what looks like a Wonder Woman bracelet on my right arm and I am holding my pants up with my left because the hospital staff recommended that based on my wound I should not have shoe laces or a belt. :)
Trip is still on. Your prayers are felt... and needed. We will provide more details soon.
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4 comments:
Oh.my.goodness. I will admit, I snickered when you referenced Tim Taylor. I could just SEE it. I'm glad, seriously, that you weren't hurt badly and that you were still able to travel. I got another little snicker when you choose to apply the duct tape. You MUST be a Southerner like me. :-0
OH... I can not uncurl my toes!!!
Ouch, I am so sorry that happened. My DH was in the hospital getting stiches in his leg the week before we left for Kyrg. Hmmm. A pattern?
Ouch. Tough break!! It is a blessing you still got to go after that.
Holly....how's it's going now? We are dying to know if baby is home yet.
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