Blood, Sweat, and Tears

*Warning. If you are a little bit squimish you might not want to look at the posted pictures. They aren't too bad, but if blood makes you go woozy I don't suggest looking. You have been warned!*

Okay, that was overblown and dramatic, but it makes me feel better. Today started out pretty well. I was being productive, you know, doing laundry, cleaning the kitchen so I could make a bigger mess and can some more applesauce, that kind of stuff. It was going really well until I sliced my finger. Actually, I had cut my hand previously, but it wasn't bad at all. You know...one of those cuts that don't actually bleed unless you push hard to make them. The finger was not so much like that. There was blood. Yuck. Just what I needed for my productive day to go down the tubes (mind you, this didn't make it an unpleasant day, just not productive). It's kind of hard to can applesauce while trying to keep a finger elevated. I thought I had cut it worse than I had. Here, see.

This was later that night when I took off my original bandaid. I think I ripped it open again taking it off. Oops. It sure hurt like the dickens though. That made me decide I was done canning applesauce. It was time to take a little break and get dinner ready anyway. Well, while taking my little break the kids were just playing around and I was talking to Dan on the phone. All of a sudden Caden starts screaming like there's no tomorrow and the lap top comes crashing to the floor. I had it on a counter thingy plugged in and charging, and he had pulled on the cord and down it came. I thought it had hit his face and smashed Cole's hand (they were both screaming). So I was trying to calm Caden down so I could get the baby. I was trying to figure out where on his face it hurt when I glanced at the baby and saw blood gushing from Caden's foot. "Oh!....Oh...Oh! Kember!.....Never mind!" This is what I said running around like a chicken with my head cut off. I've decided if an emergency (a real one) ever happens Dan has to be around to take care of it. I don't think clearly at all. None of what I do is logical for the situation, but seems logical at the time. For instance. I went and grabbed a rag to put over his toe, but then I thought, before i do this I have to clean up the blood on the floor so I can get to his toe. Excuse me? Really, that was important to do first? Apparently that is me functioning in a crisis. Kember was a huge help. She got me ice, and bandaides and cleaned up the blood. Everything I asked her to do she did, all while Caden was screaming. I have no idea what Cole was doing, so I'm assuming he was fine and it was the loud noise of the lap top hitting the ground that scared him.

I thought Caden was going to need stitches or glue or something, so I put three bandaides on to keep the blood semi-contained until Dan got home to look at it. When he saw it he decided we should probably go get it looked at. Here is what Caden's toe looked like at the doctors office.

Pretty, eh? It didn't need stitches, and we passed on the x-ray. If it's broken they don't do anything for it anyway, so why bother? Dan said we could x-ray it at his work tomorrow so maybe we'll do that. I doubt it's broken though. Caden wasn't too sure about this whole doctor thing.

But after they pulled out the dinosaurs and other animals it wasn't too bad. Expect for the cleaning of his toe. Ouch...that made me cringe. They were good and as nice as could be, but still...it hurts!So, after some blood, sweat, and lot's of tears, that is what our FHE looked like. Cole and Kember were at G&G's house while we went to the doctor, and G&G took us out to dinner after we got back. We really need to work on our FHE. But we did have a lesson about Jesus in the car. Kember and Caden gave it. And we all sang songs too.

What a day.