Today we found out our new house is less than 30 minutes from the nearest emergency room. Robert was hanging some boards on the wall in the carport storage room to attach storage brackets to and he tripped and fell with a 6' board in one hand and a drill in the other. Fortunately, he didn't do a lot of damage to himself but managed to slash his fingers - one in particular. He was bleeding quite a bit and the fact that he takes blood-thinners makes it hard to determine how bad the wound is without looking at it. Well, I couldn't look at it without fainting and as luck would have it one of the ladies who was there cleaning our house is a nurse. She looked at it and determined it needed stitches and bandaged it up for him. I, being the good wife that I am, told him, "Stay on the tarp!" so he wouldn't get blood on our decking and stonework. Robert wanted to finish his project but I took the nurse's advice and we went to McDowell Hospital. Three hours and five stitches later we headed for home where he is resting comfortably watching football. Thank God it wasn't his drinkin' hand.
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