When Rick came home last night, he was running Thur the front door and said” I’ve cut myself.” and took off for the bathroom. Of course I was right behind him. He was bleeding thru his blue jeans on his thigh. He pulled his blue jeans down and there was a gaping slash in his thigh. Blood was just pouring out everywhere. I put washcloths and pressure on there is slow the bleeding. I found out just how unprepared we are. I had to go hunting for my medical supplies. I had no butterfly bandages. I was piling 4×4 as quick as I could get them open them on this gash. I told him to come on and lets go to the minor medical and he said No. It could have use 8 or 9 stitches. He said that the minor medical was for sissies and he wasn’t a sissy.
Rick was working yesterday scraping paint off of windows. He said he had brand new razor blades in his pocket. When he went to sit in the front seat coming home, the cardboard that covers the razor had come off and sliced him up good. It’s about 3 1/2 inches long. Instead of going to the E.R. he drove a 100 miles an hour to get home. Lucky, our house is close. I don’t know, men just kill me. I went out today and bought butterfly bandages, 4×4’s, tape , etc. 40.00 dollars worth. With a man like Rick, it pays to keep medical supplies at the ready.