Sunday, November 9, 2008

Not to Gross Anyone Out, But Dang I'm Having Bad Days

I am not complaining, well maybe a little.

After Kelli sent me the email about "Faking it 'til you make it" I have really been trying hard to stay positive, keep a smile on my face and to look at that "glass" as being half full. I have been doing all these things, I swear.
But Dang!
It's a Saturday, I don't want to go to work anyway, but I have things I have to do. Then to add to it, I want to get home to help Kelli with getting the house ready for the Open House after Tyler's Homecoming Report on Sunday.
I'm in the middle of theming an Indian Restaurant and we were doing some specialty framing. One of my guys was going to cut a metal stud that we had installed. You do this with a grinder that has a very thin cut-off wheel made for cutting metal. He didn't have a pair of safety glasses so I told him that I would cut it since my prescription glasses are also safety glasses.
I get almost the entire piece cut except for a few inches. To cut the last little bit I reached out with my left hand to hold  the piece to keep it from falling. Right as I grabbed the stud the cut-off wheel disintegrates. It exploded into hundreds of razor sharp pieces right into my left hand.
I instantly knew it was bad, very bad. I dropped the grinder and grabbed my left hand the blood was going everywhere. My friend grabbed a rag and I wrapped my hand, but knew it was serious. There was already a pool of blood at my feet and my shirt and pants were covered. He said "Are we headed to the hospital?" I stepped outside and moved the rag. "Oh yea, we're going to the hospital!"
There was a Quick Care right around the corner, so we headed there with the blood running down my elbow.
We walk in to the Quick Care and the nurse comes out to meet me. I move the rag and she says " Oh no, we can't help you here." 
What? It's a quick care and I need care quick! "You're going to need too many stitches." 
Is there a stitch quota at a quick care? I said I would pay extra for more stitches. She said "Get to an Emergency Room, now!"
So I did.
I get to Mountain View ER and go to the desk and sign in.
I stood there for 20 minutes and let the blood run down my elbows. I had a 20 inch pool of blood at my feet before I got helped.
Once back in the ER things went smoother. Great nurse, great doctor and quick service.
After a tetanus shot in the bum we took the blood soaked rag off for a peak.
Oh boy!
It was not a very clean cut, to say the least. The pour doctor had to try and piece it all back together and some of those pieces were gone.
He said my hand modeling career was over.
He quit counting at 25 stitches, but went through three packs of line for stitches. He guessed later that he probably put in 75 or so.
He said it was a miracle that I didn't cut any of the tendons and that I had no nerve damage.
So see how easy it is to look at the blessings.
But seriously things could have been so much worse.
First it could have been my worker. Second it could have been my face. Third it could have cut my fingers off. And fourth it could have got me in the neck or chest, which could have been life threatening. So I am blessed, if not a little tested.
I am trying very hard to see what my Father in Heaven is trying to show me. There has to be some challenge that I am needing to overcome.
Not quite sure what it is, but I'm trying to be objective and stay positive.
Pretty sore hand tonight, but I will be fine. Besides my boy gets to give his Mission Report tomorrow and it doesn't get any cooler than that.
No pity party for me.
I'm truly blessed.


Kelli said...

This just goes to show what this man will do to get out of helping me around the definitely put a kink in my day but I'm grateful that you are going to be okay. Love you!

dj kinsley said...
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dj kinsley said...

go here to see a real injury. sissy boy. this is me as a kid.


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