Weekends are my favorite. This is probably common for most people, but since my husband is a weekend worker, it could be problematic for me. Generally, though, he works late afternoon and evening shifts on the weekend so we get to spend most of the day together.
This weekend, though, was going to suck. Andrés was scheduled to work mid-morning shifts all weekend, which meant that, for Alliclaus, it was to be all mommy all the time. Have I mentioned that my child is a traitor and that I am not her favorite parent?
So when Andrés called around eleven Saturday morning to say that he was coming home, I was thrilled. His next sentence left me considerably less happy.
"You're gonna need to take me to the hospital.
Apparently, he sliced his finger open on a piece of equipment and was losing quite a bit of blood. And since he had the carseat with him, I couldn't go pick him up.
So he drove himself home. I would be lying if I said that I didnt almost pass out when I saw his hand. The bandage he had used was soaked completely through with blood and he was white as a sheet (which is quite a feat for someone naturally pigment-enhanced). Looking back on it, I'm a bit freaked out that he drove home like that, but I guess the only other option was an ambulance, which seems a bit excessive.
Anyway, after a very short but painful visit to the emergency room, Andrés has four stitches in his finger and is freshly inoculated against tetanus.
The main problem? For ten days, Andrés is out of commission for many major life functions. (And, looking at the stitches, I'm afraid it may be longer than that. The stitching job is less than awesome. I have admitted here before that I am extremely high maintenance when I'm pregnant. And while I think this pregnancy has been better than the last, Andrés still has been doing the lion's share of the work around here.
But in less than two weeks, my mom will be staying with us to watch Alliclaus while I'm in class. And I can't let her see the crazy mess my house has become.
It's time to get my lazy ass in gear, it appears. Suck.
oh dear! hopefully andres heals quickly. good luck with your work in the meantime.
Posted by: Lara at August 14, 2007 02:13 AM
Having stiches on your hand sucks, because it gets in the way of so many things! I hope he feels better soon.
Posted by: Jessie at August 14, 2007 06:29 AM
That sucks! I hope he got good drugs at least!
Posted by: Jenny at August 14, 2007 09:32 AM
We left identical comments on Zoot's breakfast post so I had to come over here and check you out! And now I remember hearing your comments at one of the sessions at BlogHer. SO here I am...HI! I'm LIZ! Nice to meet ya. (I'm such a blogtard.)
I hope your husband's finger gets better. That really sucks.
Posted by: Lizarita at August 15, 2007 08:57 AM
I had to stop reading when you mentioned slicing of fingers. EWWW!!!
But hooray for your mom coming to town. I'm jealous!
Posted by: Isabel at August 16, 2007 04:24 PM
One step (or task) at a time... turn on some music and get to it! You'll feel so much better when you are done. Until it's all a mess again 4 hours later- or is that just the case in my house ?
Posted by: Binkytown at August 17, 2007 03:28 PM

Oh that sucks. Why couldn't someone that he works with have driven him home or to the hospital??
My husband nearly sliced the tip of his thumb off a couple of years ago. At home. I was remarkably calm with all the blood. I call him accident-prone man.
Posted by: Heather at August 13, 2007 10:28 PM