12.24.2010

The Great Hand Stitching of 2010

After the Rosenbaum/Lowrance Christmas Eve Breakfast, we ran home to drop off presents and pick up the dogs so we could hit the road to Round Rock. I was inside with the twins and heard a huge crash. Thinking John had run into something, I ran out to the garage. John was standing next to the Explorer with a shocked look on his face. I didn't notice his hand at first but then saw the blood. Apparently he forgot to put the car in park and it rolled back, trapping his hand between the door and the track of the garage door. Luckily, his parents were still pretty close to our house so they came and watched the twins while we headed to the emergency room....for 3.5 hours.

So we chose not to go to Baylor Frisco but instead went to an emergency room that we thought would be faster. It wasn't. John and I felt like we'd stepped into another world where people aren't really in a hurry and the doctor's skills might be a little questionable.

Here's a picture of John waiting for the doctor...


Thankfully, John didn't break any bones but did end up with some nasty cuts (I'll spare y'all from the picture that John took of his hand). 12 stitches, some odd bandanging and 3.5 hours later, we were finished there. It wasn't a fun experience (especially for John) but at least we could laugh about it as we walked out. And John's such a trooper...he still insisted that we drive to Round Rock so the twins could wake up at my parent's house for their first Christmas. Gotta love him!