The boy has been working for the hubs all week cleaning out the old chicken shed. He was messing around with something and cut two of his fingers on a piece a sheet metal.
He was white as a sheet and the hubs was cleaning it up asking me what they should do. I hobbled into the kitchen, between throwing up, to say "doctor's office now" and hobbled back out.
He received three stitches in each finger and got wrapped up like a mummy. I told him he resembles the nerd who gave the jock the finger, and then had his hand broken by said jock.
Last night we had to change the bandage and apply Neosporin (aka Horsie Medicine, for my family) and I finally got a good look at the damage.
Yep, just when you sit on the sand and think "wow no one has gotten hurt in a long time".......yeah, you know the rest. :)