Memorial Day Fun

So yesterday I had the day off, and therefore I had so many things I wanted to get done.

Well, the day started off just fine. I got up around 8:30 and had my breakfast while I watched a little TV. Then I got busy doing some housework (laundry, bathrooms, windows...). I was actually being pretty productive and was proud of myself for getting stuff done.

Then it happened...

While I was dusting the office, I accidentally knocked Brad's deer snow globe off the shelf. And of course...your natural instinct is to try and catch it. So I tried, but failed miserably.

Not only did the snow globe shatter into 100 pieces, but my left ring finger got sliced opened in the process. At first it didn't hurt so I actually didn't know I cut myself, but once I saw the blood dripping all over the place, I figured it out. Of course I started freaking out because the blood was pouring out of me...to the point that I couldn't even tell where I was cut. I am telling you, my hand was completely red.

I ran to the sink...leaving a trail of blood spots on the floor...and ran my hand under cold water. That is when I first learned where I was cut. Then I freaked out more because it wouldn't stop bleeding. So, what does a girl do? Call her husband...

Yeah...I thought I would call him so he could tell me what to do or at least get sympathy from him, but no...I got neither. What I did get was "Well what do you want me to do about it..." That's my husband for you!

No, actually I did tell him that I cut my finger really bad and might need to go to the hospital to get stitches. So, he told me to go. Then I went on to tell him that since I was bleeding all over the place, I couldn't dress myself. He responded with "so you want me to drive an hour home so I can dress you myself...mean while you could do it yourself and be at the hospital by then." He had a point...

But after a few minutes of freaking out, I calmed down enough to wrap my finger in a towel to make it stop bleeding. Then about 30 minutes later, I put gauze and tape on it and went back to cleaning the house.

The end of the story is that I will definitely have a lovely scar on my finger about 2 inches long. Next time, I think I am just going to leave the house cleaning to Brad. Apparently I am a little too dizzy lately to do even the smallest chores. :)