My husband arrived home tonight with a sad face and woeful tale. He always manages to injure himself just before the workday ends. I listened sympathetically and proceeded to feed him with a nice, hot dinner, and also decided that dessert was in order tonight. The story? He was helping a customer hitch up a trailer and the index finger of his left hand got caught in the lock latch. The result? A "c" shaped imprint on the front and back of his finger. The pictures don't do it justice, though. It is actually worse than it appears. We cleaned it up and dressed it with a clean bandage and stint. We are thankful that it wasn't worse, and that he still possesses all his fingers. And, as always, a kiss makes everything better.
Removing the bandage. Instruments at the ready.
The cut itself.
All better!
I thought he injured himself just to get out of dish duty for the next few days...among other things. ;-) Now I'm going to go read him another chapter in our new favorite book, "Dragon Spell," by Donita K. Paul.
Smiles!
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