With all the excitement of the baseball season finally coming to an end - woo hoo! I forgot to mention for those who haven't befriended him on Facebook that my dear husband is an injured man. Yes, at 11 o'clock Tuesday night he was cleaning a knife and it slipped. I was luckily upstairs and didn't witness the blood, but apparently it kept coming. He took himself to the Emergency Room and came home by 2am with a cut tendon, a few stitches, an appointment to be made with a hand specialist and the biggest bandage ever. He handled it all in stride. The best part - he now has a persistent foam finger shooting the #1 for everyone and anyone who passes him by. It really played out nicely at the baseball game. He was the Yankees #1 fan.
Update later today: K went to the specialist who made fun of ER doctors for wrapping his finger so foolishly into a foam finger look-a-like. He's without a bandage now, but his finger hurts like crazy to bend it or to touch anything. Very small surgery is coming up. Lesson to all - to never play with knives.
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