We are all falling apart!
For some reason, even though we eat all the sugar in the month of December, in January we are usually sick a good part of the month. This time it seems to be pretty bad (although not as bad as one year in particular).
Let’s see. First we’re all kind of passing around colds. And the swollen-tonsils bug (which is nasty!!), and the cough bug, and the red-slightly-swollen-cruddy-eyes bug (gross). Yeah. So like, two at a time will have it, so it’s nice and spread out. Oh and I forgot, the one-or-two-degree-temperature-feel-really-miserable bug. Yesterday I was feeling miserable and almost wished I had a temperature to justify it (I mean, besides my stuffed-up running nose…how does that work at the same time, anyway?…and my slightly swollen tonsils and cough and red eye). So later on I took my temperature…and I did have one!
Ok, and then was it Monday? The boys were at Kelly’s fixing Joe’s bumper and Mom got a call and Joe was freaking out saying “Kelly says Ben cut his finger off!!” and Mom didn’t know if he was joking or not, or if Kelly was joking or not! (Both are such big jokers it’s hard to tell when something actually IS wrong!) So finally it came out that he had a cut on his finger (left middle…no more flipping people off! OK so he doesn’t do that!) because when they were throwing the 100+ pound bumper in the back of Joe’s pickup, it landed on Ben’s finger, and since they could see bone when they opened it up, Kelly took him into the Emergency Room.
So they’re in there, and Joe takes a picture on his phone of Ben on the table, and his finger. Gross. Well, the verdict was, the finger wasn’t cut…it was burst! Now doesn’t that sound just disgusting?!?
Anyway, so the doctor was giving Ben a shot on either side of his knuckle on his hand, on the top side (the burst was on the underside). He’d poke the needle in…then wiggle it! Then he’d poke the needle through Ben’s hand and squirt the underside of his hand with the numbing stuff! And then…he poked the needle through Ben’s hand and into his own! He jumped and told Ben “Don’t move!” like it was Ben’s fault!
Well, he got six stitches, and a bandage, and the nurse gave Eric the forceps, tweezers, and scissors (which Eric gave to us girls for sewing scissors!). And they came home.
Then yesterday, Joe was hammering something (to do with his bumper again, I think!) and whacked his finger really hard (left index). It hurt for a long time! Mom and I were wondering if he might have cracked his fingertip bone or something. We told him to take Tylenol. After all, that’s all Ben’s prescription was…acetaminophen!
Mom went to town yesterday to meet Dad, and called and told Eric (who was helping Joe with his bumper again) he better be careful. He wanted to know why. Mom told him there seemed to be a trend…first Ben’s finger, then Joe’s,…so Eric better watch out!
Anyway. This isn’t a complaining post, I promise! Just…one to let you know…if you never hear from us again…we disintegrated!
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