November 29, 2013
A Pyrrhic Feast
This dinner came at great cost.
You see, my father managed cut the end of his finger off (about a centimeter actually) yesterday morning. There was blood spurting EVERYWHERE. Of course we could not get him to go to the emergency room...because...Thanksgiving.
He didn't want to ruin Thanksgiving...
I tried to explain to him that having dinner a couple of hours late would involve less ruination than it being "....that Thanksgiving where Dad bled to death". This admonition did not have the desired effect...so there was stitching, gauze pads, a finger splint, surgical tape, peroxide and duct tape. Ironically, after the blood was cleaned off the ceiling, cooking resumed and the decision made to ummm...not serve ham or potato salad this year...the relatives ended up being three hours late anyway.
Beyond that dinner was uneventful. There were no fanatical partisan cultists in attendance to ruin the get-together for which I am quite thankful. The only further unexpected incidents involved my 18 month old niece demonstrating that she can count to 13 and the comet exploding.
Dad has had to change his dressing twice but still refuses to go to the ER. OTOH there is no longer any spurting so hopefully he is on the mend
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You see, my father managed cut the end of his finger off (about a centimeter actually) yesterday morning. There was blood spurting EVERYWHERE. Of course we could not get him to go to the emergency room...because...Thanksgiving.
He didn't want to ruin Thanksgiving...
I tried to explain to him that having dinner a couple of hours late would involve less ruination than it being "....that Thanksgiving where Dad bled to death". This admonition did not have the desired effect...so there was stitching, gauze pads, a finger splint, surgical tape, peroxide and duct tape. Ironically, after the blood was cleaned off the ceiling, cooking resumed and the decision made to ummm...not serve ham or potato salad this year...the relatives ended up being three hours late anyway.
Beyond that dinner was uneventful. There were no fanatical partisan cultists in attendance to ruin the get-together for which I am quite thankful. The only further unexpected incidents involved my 18 month old niece demonstrating that she can count to 13 and the comet exploding.
Dad has had to change his dressing twice but still refuses to go to the ER. OTOH there is no longer any spurting so hopefully he is on the mend
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Why do you have pictures of the cornucopia on your plates? (When I first looked at the picture, I thought those were pieces of pizza!)
Posted by: Steven Den Beste at Fri Nov 29 21:09:49 2013 (+rSRq)
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Those are Thanksgiving paper napkins, I think.
Although it's good to know that Brickmuppet's dad is so feisty, I recommend that his nearest and dearest kick his butt and get him to the doctor or emergency room.
My dad pulled a similar trick when he stepped on a nail, got the doctor's reassurance that his tetanus shot was current, and then didn't take care to make sure that his foot stayed uninfected (and ignored the pain when it did get infected, until it got really unbearable). Dad finally went to emergency and the doctors didn't let him go home at that point. (That immensely swollen infected foot point.) My mom was stuck at emergency with nobody to drive her home at 11 PM. (She called my little brother who came and got her, but sheesh.) My dad was in the hospital for almost two weeks, and not having any fun whatsoever.
Although it's good to know that Brickmuppet's dad is so feisty, I recommend that his nearest and dearest kick his butt and get him to the doctor or emergency room.
My dad pulled a similar trick when he stepped on a nail, got the doctor's reassurance that his tetanus shot was current, and then didn't take care to make sure that his foot stayed uninfected (and ignored the pain when it did get infected, until it got really unbearable). Dad finally went to emergency and the doctors didn't let him go home at that point. (That immensely swollen infected foot point.) My mom was stuck at emergency with nobody to drive her home at 11 PM. (She called my little brother who came and got her, but sheesh.) My dad was in the hospital for almost two weeks, and not having any fun whatsoever.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at Fri Nov 29 21:18:52 2013 (cvXSV)
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Hm... it looks like someone attempted to sneak brussel sprouts onto your table. I do hope you managed to remove them before dinner began.
Posted by: Wonderduck at Fri Nov 29 21:27:50 2013 (Izt1u)
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Well...the alternative was the potato salad....
Posted by: The Brickmuppet at Fri Nov 29 22:40:28 2013 (DnAJl)
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@Suburbanbanshee:
1:Yes, they are napkins.
2: We've just had that conversation again. The dressing is getting changed regularly and there's no discoloration or odor so I'm optimistic. I'm sleeping on the floor so I sleep light. He may go to the mini-hospital tomorrow (I hope).
1:Yes, they are napkins.
2: We've just had that conversation again. The dressing is getting changed regularly and there's no discoloration or odor so I'm optimistic. I'm sleeping on the floor so I sleep light. He may go to the mini-hospital tomorrow (I hope).
Posted by: The Brickmuppet at Fri Nov 29 22:46:20 2013 (DnAJl)
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