Drama

I've been out of the loop for a while. My life has been revolving around family since about the 21st of December. I was at my parents' house (wrapping presents like a fiend) then at Josh's parents' then back at my own parents to visit with old friends and the fam some more. Then I was back in Philly but hanging with my parents one day and then my cousin the next and then headed down to DC for New Year's. We got back to Josh's parents' house (where my car usually lives) on the 1st (not sure how I made it...) and then spent the next day picking up wedding photos, going to the dentist (Josh's dad), and celebrating Josh's sister's birthday. Then...back in Philly. A friend of mine from UVa (yes, there are a couple of those left still!) was in Philly, so I hung with her all of Tuesday.

Wednesday was semi-back-to-normal. I mostly just ran errands/cleaned up our place. Then Josh got home early and we were having dinner and then...I was just sitting down to have my salad and Josh was in the kitchen cutting a bagel and I hear, Oh God, I cut myself in a serious way. I run over and see blood running off his hand and into the sink. I said, Do you think we need to go to the emergency room? Yes. So I grabbed my bag/his wallet, our coats and we ran out the door. Thankfully, there is an emergency room about 2 blocks away from us. So we seriously ran there. Except that Josh gets all queasy when he sees/talks about/thinks about blood and it was more like stumbling there. The glorious thing about the emergency room is that you try to get there all fast just so that you can wait. You get there. You put your name on a list. Then you sit. After a long time, a nurse calls you name and looks at you to make sure you're not going to die in the next half hour or so ("triage"). Then they send you back to the waiting room. Then someone else calls you to get your personal info/have you sign some forms. Then you sit and wait again for a long time. Then you finally get called back to have a doctor or something like a doctor see you. Then you sit there the longest of all. We were so excited to be back in a little curtained off area thinking this meant Josh would have his finger taken care of soon, but it was at least 2 hours that we were back there. We actually were at the emergency room for 4 hours in total. But finally, he got 5-6 stitches (it was a seriously icky cut into his thumb) and a tetanus shot. And we stumbled back home. And then I finally ate the rest of my stinking salad! And chocolate Christmas bells. And whatever the heck else I felt like eating.

The next day...I got up and went to the gym. Came back and Josh said his finger felt like it was burning. Didn't sound good. But what do you expect when you attempt to cut off half your thumb? They told us to change the bandage and put Neosporin on it twice a day. So I had made my coffee and took two bites of my cereal and then went to help change the bandage. It apparently hurt like hell when I took all the wrappings off him and them blood started pouring off Josh's hand into the sink. So we tried running it under water, but the blood just kept coming and then it REALLY started hurting (like he was yelling at me b/c it was hurting) and then he thought he was going to puke. So I wrapped it up again and we ran back to the emergency room. (I remembered to turn off the coffee pot). Again we had to go through the whole thing...actually, they put us on the "fast track" for some reason. And we managed to spend just over 2 hours there. It was rather glorious. But it was less fun than the previous day b/c it hurt Josh so much more. Like he was almost moaning in pain. It was making me so upset that I just started crying. It was really horrible b/c that made him feel worse...Shame spiral! Anyway, eventually we were seen and apparently nothing more was wrong. We just shouldn't have changed the bandage so early. Whoops. Though those were there instructions. And he probably should have been keeping his thumb up. Whoops again. But they didn't tell us that yesterday (though I don't know why we didn't think of it either). So we basically spent two hours in the emergency room to have someone else wrap his thumb (apparently, I wrapped it too tightly - though he told me to do that). Ok. So now we're waiting until tonight to change the bandage. We are supposed to have our shoes and jackets on and be ready to run out the door just in case there is another bloody explosion from his thumb. Josh's sister is supposed to be here tonight for special Shabbat services and she apparently does even worse with blood than Josh does. (After getting a shot on Monday, she was basically wiped out all day.) So I hope I don't have to deal with a passed out person and a bleeding person simultaneously later today.

And I haven't done any work in 10 thousand years. So there!

PS: We are getting a bagel guillotine. And Josh is staying away from all knives for a while.