So, not everything can be hunky dory all the time. On Monday I had to take Jasmine to Herndon for her violin lesson so I asked Lorne to please cook dinner. He was very busy with work so he grumbled about it and I didn't think he would actually do it.
When I got home and opened the door a delicious smell greeted and me and Lorne poked his head out of the kitchen and asked if I wanted to hear the good news or the bad news first. I am a bad news first kind of person so as always I asked for the bad news. He said, "I made scalloped potatoes". I asked how that was bad news - and then it dawned on me he may have broken something in the process. So I asked, "What did you break?" thinking he would say a Pyrex dish or something like that. He said, "My finger."
Immediately I thought that meant he had actually broken his finger so I said that even though all they can do is put a splint on it, we should go to the hospital as he is a piano player and he didn't want it healing badly.
We got in the car and it was only then I realized that he had not broken his finger, but sliced off a piece of the tip of his finger with the mandolin as he was slicing the potatoes for the scalloped potatoes. He had a wet dishrag wrapped on the finger and I could see that the blood was already seeing through.
The hospital was thankfully not that busy that night so we got back there really fast and when the doctor took a look at the finger there was so much blood. I can't believe how much blood oozes out of those wounds.
They gave him a tetanus shot and applied a surgical foam that will eventually turn into collagen so the skin has something to grow over - I felt so bad watching Lorne because he was in so much pain. There are so many nerve endings on your fingertips that his wound will be tender for a long time.
Poor baby! I took a couple of pictures at the hospital of the wrapped up wound. Lorne can be a whirling dervish in the kitchen so hopefully from how on he will slow down and have some respect for the mandolin!
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