OOF!
You know, the past 5 months have been pretty damn stressful.
Mum got rushed into hospital, had an operation, John leaving, my gran in hospital, my Auntie dying, family stresses, health stresses, I delt with severe panic attacks, the shock of getting better, overcoming talking to people, starting anew, meeting new people, and with that came a whole new batch of emotions, being happy, and now being depressed again, having caring feelings for my nan since her sister died, and a whole bunch of other stuff.
Then yesterday my dad was fixing some new gates up, the wind had destroyed the old wood ones. Typical dad though, had had the entire weekend to do it, but decides to leave it to the last 10 mins before my Gran and Grandad arrived.
Dad had been outside for a few mins, when he walks in holding his hand, and says to me 'I've just put the blade through my hand!' you know, like its an everyday thing. And he said it so calmly, that I didnt realise what he said at first.
He walks into the kitchen, to mum, and mum yelps, so I follow him in there, and he shows me whats happened.
He had hit himself in the back of his hand, with a 8 inch grinding blade, which haddnt cut him, ooooooooooh no, it had litterally grinded and burnt a hole in his hand, so you could see exposed tendons and bone.
"Its alright!" He said "It doesnt hurt!"
Now I'm not squeemish, but I think I was sick a little in my mouth.
There are somethings in life, that make me feel poorley. These are, Fingernails being pulled off, anything to do with joints, mainly the knee, eyes being damaged, and tendons.
Dad decided he would show me his tendon flexing and contracting whenever he moved his fingers xD it was gross, but I also couldnt stop looking because it was so freaking cool.
We told him he had to go to the hospital.
He wouldnt go.
So, my gran and grandad turn up, dad finishes the gates, and they leave at about 8pm. After a few mins of dad poking his newly formed hole, and yelling loudly "IM NOT BLOODY GOING TO CASUALTY" and "I DONT WANT THEM TWATTING AROUND ITS FINE", he sneeks off upstairs and gets ready, then announces hes going.
So off we all go to hospital, for the 2nd and hopefully LAST time in 5 months.
I was pretty damn impressed, we were there for an hour thats all. So kids, if you want to have a accident, have one on a monday.
The nurse he saw first was shocked he could still move his fingers. She said normally noone can more their hand after a injury like that.
So she sends him for x rays, and then he sees a Dr, who tells him how very lucky he is, and NONE of his tendons or bones are damaged.
How lucky is that?
He has to wear a special bandage for 10 days, and then he has to have a special plaster for a few weeks. They dont like stitching now if they can help it, so he has little strips pulling his skin together.
Poor dad! I'm glad hes ok (relatively) I was starting to go a bit panicy and faint in casualty, it was horrible being there again.
Onto more Nifty stuff now though, Ive been having a lovely chat with Nick over this weekend!!! I missed chatting to Nick ^_^
And back onto crappy stuff, Im at a funeral AND a hen night on friday. Neiher of which Im looking forward to.
The death of my aunt has been a shocker. And her friends have been like fucking vultures and insensitive pricks. But I dont want to go into that today.
To lighten the mood, have a gay combine I made in garrys mod:
Mum got rushed into hospital, had an operation, John leaving, my gran in hospital, my Auntie dying, family stresses, health stresses, I delt with severe panic attacks, the shock of getting better, overcoming talking to people, starting anew, meeting new people, and with that came a whole new batch of emotions, being happy, and now being depressed again, having caring feelings for my nan since her sister died, and a whole bunch of other stuff.
Then yesterday my dad was fixing some new gates up, the wind had destroyed the old wood ones. Typical dad though, had had the entire weekend to do it, but decides to leave it to the last 10 mins before my Gran and Grandad arrived.
Dad had been outside for a few mins, when he walks in holding his hand, and says to me 'I've just put the blade through my hand!' you know, like its an everyday thing. And he said it so calmly, that I didnt realise what he said at first.
He walks into the kitchen, to mum, and mum yelps, so I follow him in there, and he shows me whats happened.
He had hit himself in the back of his hand, with a 8 inch grinding blade, which haddnt cut him, ooooooooooh no, it had litterally grinded and burnt a hole in his hand, so you could see exposed tendons and bone.
"Its alright!" He said "It doesnt hurt!"
Now I'm not squeemish, but I think I was sick a little in my mouth.
There are somethings in life, that make me feel poorley. These are, Fingernails being pulled off, anything to do with joints, mainly the knee, eyes being damaged, and tendons.
Dad decided he would show me his tendon flexing and contracting whenever he moved his fingers xD it was gross, but I also couldnt stop looking because it was so freaking cool.
We told him he had to go to the hospital.
He wouldnt go.
So, my gran and grandad turn up, dad finishes the gates, and they leave at about 8pm. After a few mins of dad poking his newly formed hole, and yelling loudly "IM NOT BLOODY GOING TO CASUALTY" and "I DONT WANT THEM TWATTING AROUND ITS FINE", he sneeks off upstairs and gets ready, then announces hes going.
So off we all go to hospital, for the 2nd and hopefully LAST time in 5 months.
I was pretty damn impressed, we were there for an hour thats all. So kids, if you want to have a accident, have one on a monday.
The nurse he saw first was shocked he could still move his fingers. She said normally noone can more their hand after a injury like that.
So she sends him for x rays, and then he sees a Dr, who tells him how very lucky he is, and NONE of his tendons or bones are damaged.
How lucky is that?
He has to wear a special bandage for 10 days, and then he has to have a special plaster for a few weeks. They dont like stitching now if they can help it, so he has little strips pulling his skin together.
Poor dad! I'm glad hes ok (relatively) I was starting to go a bit panicy and faint in casualty, it was horrible being there again.
Onto more Nifty stuff now though, Ive been having a lovely chat with Nick over this weekend!!! I missed chatting to Nick ^_^
And back onto crappy stuff, Im at a funeral AND a hen night on friday. Neiher of which Im looking forward to.
The death of my aunt has been a shocker. And her friends have been like fucking vultures and insensitive pricks. But I dont want to go into that today.
To lighten the mood, have a gay combine I made in garrys mod: