The Extremely LONG Post Where Someone Winds Up With Stitches
I fully expected this last weekend to be crazy. But the craziness that ensued was more than I had bargained for. It was filled to the brim with various activities with a few minor setbacks for us to deal with.
And by minor, I mean AN EMERGENCY ROOM VISIT AND SIX STITCHES.
This weekend marked the end of softball season for Paige. Their team has been undefeated (until Thursday’s game) and was the #1 team heading into the Championship Game for their division. Early Saturday morning, Paige and her team of Orange Tigers (original, I know) played an extremely intense game. My in-laws were there, Jess and the kids were there, plus some friends of the family joined us as well. When the last inning came around, our team was only up by one point. Something that could change in an instant. I honestly thought Alonso was going to have a heart attack. I knew that he would be devastated if the girls didn’t win.
Yes, I said ALONSO would be devastated…NOT PAIGE.
In a valiant effort by the Orange Tigers (and our kick-ass, seven-year old pitcher) Alonso’s life was spared as they kept their 4-3 lead and won the game AND the championship! It was exciting for all…except for Abby who was SO DONE with any and all softball hoopla. Well, that is until they brought out the jumpy houses. All was right with the world at that point.
Once the closing ceremony festivities had come to an end…for our family, Abby and I headed home to where we would prepare for our dinner guests: Paige’s teacher and her husband. While MIL and I are in the kitchen preparing food, Alonso RUSHES in from working out on the lawn looking like he’s holding something in his hand yelling at us to move out of the way as he heads to the sink. What he’s holding is his FINGER THAT HAS A HUGE CHUNK NEARLY TAKEN OFF OF IT!
Now, at this point I’m scared that something went completely wrong with the lawn mower and his wound is worse than I can see at that point.
Not so.
True, his wound was worse than I originally thought…but the injury did not stem from a battle with the lawn mower. Moreover, the lawn mower had been put away and wasn’t even around to get blamed. To be perfectly honest (at my husband’s expense) it was during the sweeping of the lawn clippings off the driveway that started all the trouble. For in “mid-sweep” the aluminum handled broom broke in half and basically “bit” his hand as it broke.
Needless to say, we headed to the hospital to spend four hours in the Emergency Room and ended up with the six stitches on his left ring finger. Pissed as all hell (since he can’t play guitar for 10 days, he was bit by a broom, etc.) Alonso says to me, “It’s a good thing those girls won the championship today…otherwise this entire day would’ve SUCKED.”
And by minor, I mean AN EMERGENCY ROOM VISIT AND SIX STITCHES.
This weekend marked the end of softball season for Paige. Their team has been undefeated (until Thursday’s game) and was the #1 team heading into the Championship Game for their division. Early Saturday morning, Paige and her team of Orange Tigers (original, I know) played an extremely intense game. My in-laws were there, Jess and the kids were there, plus some friends of the family joined us as well. When the last inning came around, our team was only up by one point. Something that could change in an instant. I honestly thought Alonso was going to have a heart attack. I knew that he would be devastated if the girls didn’t win.
Yes, I said ALONSO would be devastated…NOT PAIGE.
In a valiant effort by the Orange Tigers (and our kick-ass, seven-year old pitcher) Alonso’s life was spared as they kept their 4-3 lead and won the game AND the championship! It was exciting for all…except for Abby who was SO DONE with any and all softball hoopla. Well, that is until they brought out the jumpy houses. All was right with the world at that point.
Once the closing ceremony festivities had come to an end…for our family, Abby and I headed home to where we would prepare for our dinner guests: Paige’s teacher and her husband. While MIL and I are in the kitchen preparing food, Alonso RUSHES in from working out on the lawn looking like he’s holding something in his hand yelling at us to move out of the way as he heads to the sink. What he’s holding is his FINGER THAT HAS A HUGE CHUNK NEARLY TAKEN OFF OF IT!
Now, at this point I’m scared that something went completely wrong with the lawn mower and his wound is worse than I can see at that point.
Not so.
True, his wound was worse than I originally thought…but the injury did not stem from a battle with the lawn mower. Moreover, the lawn mower had been put away and wasn’t even around to get blamed. To be perfectly honest (at my husband’s expense) it was during the sweeping of the lawn clippings off the driveway that started all the trouble. For in “mid-sweep” the aluminum handled broom broke in half and basically “bit” his hand as it broke.
Needless to say, we headed to the hospital to spend four hours in the Emergency Room and ended up with the six stitches on his left ring finger. Pissed as all hell (since he can’t play guitar for 10 days, he was bit by a broom, etc.) Alonso says to me, “It’s a good thing those girls won the championship today…otherwise this entire day would’ve SUCKED.”
posted by JP at 6/15/2005 09:50:00 AM
5 Comments:
Yes, thank goodness his life was spared by the win of the championship game.
Jess beat me to that comment...mine was morew along the lines of the fact I am glad his priorities are in line...baseball is so much more important then your own flesh...lol
Good thing it was not worse. I am glad he won the battle with the broom.. :D
Good gracious! He must be an intense sweeper! I'm glad he's ok, and thrilled you won the championship!
Oh my gosh! I just heard on the radio today about lawnmower saftey because there are apparently 100,000 lawnmower accidents per year that result in emergency room visits.
Apparently you have a lot of company.
Hmmm. I smell a juicy and lucrative lawsuit...Maybe it was the best day of your lives? Just cut me in since it was my idea...
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