I heard a lot of noise. Weird noise. Not like a cat shredding the newspaper noise.
Words…naughty ones with some sort of jiggly dance (and not in a good way).
What on earth was that? I went into the kitchen to investigate (and check on the cats).
The beloved husband, who was screwing or unscrewing with an electric drill had drilled his guitar-playing thumb. Right in that nice fatty part in back of the nail. Not a good thing.
He was dancing in the kitchen with his thumb in his mouth.
“What did you do?”
He was reluctant to take his thumb out of his mouth because it was spurting blood. (And there was the chance that I would declare the need for a trip to the doctor for a stitch or two.)
The dance was interesting. It was similar but not quite the one he uses when his beloved Eagles win. (For those not local, the Eagles are the local professional football team who often give him headaches.)
That Eagles happy dance hasn’t had much action over the past year.
Back to the thumb – despite anything I said (he doesn’t take my medical advice — I should bill him anyway) he used the suck and pressure method.
That method didn’t work as it seeped blood on and off for a day or so. Any little bump could get it going. Still no doc visit on the docket.
He finished his project and the Eagles won on Sunday so he got to do his dance again! For the right reason too! Woo hoo!