Why You Should be Careful with Knives & Frozen Meat

So, Manuel had a "routine" ER visit after cutting his hand at work today. No concern really because this happens often in a kitchen and for work comp they have to go to ER if it's more than a bandaid can hold. Last time for him was 5 years ago.

But as the afternoon unfolded, the story developed a bit more. It ended with TuBai (aka Grandma) coming to town to take the kids, and me waiting with my husband at the hospital for 9 hours. By the time they got him out of surgery it was nearing midnight. Turns out he severed the tendon in his left middle finger. Not a finger you would want to have lock up permanently straight:)

So, after a long evening and a hubby who went under the knife (ha...ok), he snarfed down some fast food at midnight and was watching tv when I left him at 1am (he was enjoying the cable that we don't have at home:)

I was very proud that he elected to have no pain meds until they put him under, so he went 6 hours with a cut tendon and no drugs. (I secretly believe he was thinking "how can I ask for meds when my wife who delivered 2 kids without them is sitting by my side?") Course, that dose of morphine after he came out sorta through that for a loop!

So, 8 weeks, no "work" with left hand...and physical therapy starting Monday. Surgery attended by a close friend of my Dad's who has now operated on my brother, dad, uncle, mom and husband. I felt it was time to meet him in person!

OH - and for you lovely folks who keep asking - our FlashCard drive is malfunctioning so I haven't been able to upload photos for the blog...need to work on that.

Will try to update you though! Peace