Happy Monday bloggers!
Sorry for the delay in posting. I’m working on another short story with a message for you guys 🙂
It’s been an extremely busy week! I spent a good portion of it working on my up-and-coming writing services company Courtney B. Writing. Look out for it and more info to come.
The week started off, or should I say last week ended in chaos! But it brought on feelings and emotions I had yet to experience, which I think added a whole new dynamic to my marriage and my life.
My hubby Anthony, my stepson Lil’Ant, and I were outside doing yard work last Saturday. Well, I was basically just checking over their work because I am NOT a fan of itchy grass, dirt, and bugs. Anthony was trimming bushes with some electric hedge trimmer thing that kind of resembled a mini chainsaw.
Anthony had trimmed about 10 bushes in front of the house, was working on one on the side, and had only about four more left to do in the back yard. He was between the bush and the house trimming it while I stood in front making sure he was trimming it evenly.
Then, the unthinkable happened.
Anthony screamed out, “Aaaaah!” and came into view from behind the bush. All I saw was red. Dark, gushing, scary red. The hedge trimmer lay by his feet in the mulch and with his right hand he held the palm of his left with his fingers pointed upward as the scary red blood ran down and covered it.
When I heard the pain in his scream and saw the blood oozing from his hand, something inside me clicked. I didn’t know how bad the injury was or really even what had just happened. All I knew was the person I loved more than anything in this world was hurt and I had to help him.
Immediately, I ran inside to get a towel to stop the bleeding. It took me less than 30 seconds, but in that short amount of time I fought with myself to stop imagining my husband missing fingers and prayed to God to let him be ok.
When I got to the kitchen with the towel, he and Lil’Ant were already inside running cold water from the tap over the wound. Then I saw it.
He still had all his fingers, (thank God), but his left middle finger tip was split through, almost down to the nail bed. All I could say was, “Jesus,” in a low, hushed voice. We wrapped the finger in the towel and immediately hopped in the car and sped to the urgent care.
When we got there, a lady and a little boy were outside talking to an employee who was leaning out the front door. I jumped out of the car and saw that according to the hours of operation printed on the door, they had closed five minutes ago.
I waited a few seconds while the lady talked to the employee about a cub scout physical. I became so angry in those few seconds. Here was my husband gushing blood and in horrible pain while she stood and talked about a freaking cub scout physical at an URGENT care!
When I couldn’t stand it anymore I just interrupted and explained that my husband’s finger was hanging off his hand (dramatic exaggeration, yes, I know) and we needed immediate help. I became even angrier when the employee said she couldn’t help because they were closed and we should go to the emergency room.
Frustrated, we traveled another 10 minutes to the emergency room while Anthony dripped with sweat and became lightheaded from the pain and loss of blood. The short drive seemed forever as I tried to stay calm. It was hard to look at my hubby in so much pain, but I had to force myself to glance over at him every few seconds to make sure he wasn’t losing color or passing out. The day’s 90 degree temps, his extreme pain, and loss of blood were a very dangerous combination.
After a three hour emergency room visit, 6 stitches, a tetanus shot, and a prescription for Vicodin, we returned home to our partially trimmed bushes, discarded hedge trimmer (we now refer to as ‘The Mangler’), and a blood splattered driveway.
My husband has had bumps and scrapes of course throughout our 9 year relationship, but this was the first time it was ever something serious. This was the first time I ever heard him make that kind of noise from pain. It was the first time I ever saw blood gushing from him. It was the first time I ever had to rush him to the emergency room.
It’s one thing to feel love for someone when everything is ok, but the love that manifests when you see them hurt and in pain is something else entirely. I thought I loved my husband as much as a person could love their spouse, but now my love for him has amplified. Every time I look at him, I think how horrible it was to see him in so much pain and how truly grateful I am to have him in my life.
Love is like a flower–it takes the sunshine AND the rain to make it bloom.