That's for your sanity!Obviously I'm my favorite.
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That's for your sanity!Obviously I'm my favorite.
It really is becoming on you.
Alright, Survival of the Richest is something I a) should not watch and b) will become obsessed with.
Goddammit. Emmett just smashed his finger in the car door.
Like he had an unerring sense that his health care coverage expired at midnight tonight and his mother hadn't transitioned it to her plan yet.
Fuck.
It's not broken, but the nail is black already.
I had just parked the car and he saw a dog (of course) and rushed out of the car slamming the door behind him, and catching the tip of his left index finger in the door. Worse, I didn't know what was happening until I could hear him screaming. Then I ran around to the other side and the door had locked on his finger and he couldn't get it out and I'm scrambling to get it unlocked.
This week bites.
Hec, you can carefully drill a hole in it to let the blood out.
My mother always used spare surgical stuff, but, umm, I doubt you have that around. Last time I slammed my finger tip in the door, I think I used an Exacto.
Oh, and rebuilding the part of the nail that fell off with a gel nail kit TOTALLY helped with the healing process.
Oh fuck, Hec. I hope it's not too bad.
Poor little guy.
Sitting in the ER saying, "look, you REALLY need to see us before midnight" sounds like a nightmare. I hope he's ok on a whole bunch of levels.
Oh fuck, Hec. I hope it's not too bad.
I think it might just be badly bruised. He might not lose the nail. We'll see. We iced it and he's doped up on Motrin right now, and he's settled down and watching Teen Titans.
Previous to that we were having a pretty good Friday. I went over and picked him up early. We stopped at Yum on the way home and loaded up on exotic soda. We had this conversation:
Me: Did you wear your top hat to school all day?
Emmett: Yeah. All my dignity is in my hat. I woke up this morning and couldn't find any baseball hats. It was very upsetting.
Me: What are you talking about? You have a ton of hats at Mommy's house.
Emmett: We were at [EM's fiance's] house.
::whispering rather seriously::
Without my hat I am nothing.
Me: Pfft. I don't think so.
Emmett: Well it feels that way.
Then we made up a blues song about the morning star all the way home and saw a nice dog and then the screaming and the glayvin.
Fuck. Poor Emmett. What a nightmare, Hec.
Plei, two things: 1. WHITEFONT the nail drilling and 2. if I injure myself, I am driving to Seattle for minor emergency surgical needs.
He seems okay now, and is eating tater tots. Just as well tomorrow's game is rained out. Might just be a bad bruise.
What a nightmare, Hec.
Your kid screaming in pain? Awful.
Your kid screaming in pain and trapped? Aiyiyi.