Gross!
One of the reasons I hate phone calls..Mom called me and left a voice message saying I needed to call her back. Nothing unusual but from the tone of her voice I got a scared feeling. Sure enough, I call her back and she states she's out picking Apples with my nephew. And that she's been at the hospital all night. Seems my oldest brother (who has always been accident prone from stabbing a ruler down his throat as a toddler, swollowing a fish bone, catching his lip with a fishing hook that went all the way though to than catching this thumb with a hook that was all the way though....thus..requiring the emergancy room. Well, to get to the events of yesterday..He cought his fishing line on a tree submerged in the pond and tugged on it...low and behold it stabbed him though his eye. Yeah fokes...that's my brother. My neice who was there at the time told my mom blood was squirting and running down his face and my nephew said his father pulled the stick/branch OUT of his eye. OUCH..worst thing to do. And they 11 and 13 year olds had to drive him home. One shifted the gears while the other one gave directions. So he gets to the local hospital. (a total shit hole) Get him stablized. And then...they aren't sure what to do with him as he requires a critical eye specalist that's almost three hours away. So my step father who's a ex ambulance driver goes into the back and informs the whole staff they were NOT going to keep him there in (as he put it) 'rink-a-dink' hospial that he would be transfered to the trama center 3 hours away. So he had surgery this morning. It busted the water sack around his eye or behind it..can't remember how it went. He has a hole in his eye and they are going to have to do another surgery monday for some sort of prostedic sheild to go over it. So yes, that's my family.