GOOD VERY LATE MORNING WITH NOBODY GETTING COFFEE!
I was up bright and early to see if Mandy's Joe had gone to Urgi care yet, and he hadn't gone last night when I told him it was URGENT that he go. He was in charge of skewering the pig for the roast yesterday at our local deli/gas station in Vermontville, when he slipped and skewered the back of his hand to the bone, as he described it. When I asked to look at it yesterday afternoon at the music fest/pig roast and cookout there, I about flipped. It was the neatest, largest puncture wound I have ever seen----on the outside, you could barely see where it went in, totally sealed over, but his hand looked like mine after the hornet sting in my arm---ALREADY----just a couple of hours later. I told him I would drive him to Urgi-Care, pronto, and he told me to go fly a kite, as much, and that he would go later after his family GTG. Then, after we got home from the Roy Hurd music concert in Jay Park last night, and the kids finally got back here, I asked him what the doctor had done----HE HADN'T GONE YET! I blew my stack and threatened to call his mother and see what she could do with him. He said if I did that it was over between him and me. I said I wanted him around for the birth of his son with TWO GOOD HANDS, let alone ALIVE. Mandy was not able to convince him until he awoke this morning with a serious infection that will undoubtedly need to be lanced and drained, antibiotics administered (IF they will work) and a tetanus shot given. They just got out of here, and I am really worried on top of being furious.
So then----it's Sunday, beautiful and warm out, 82 already, sunny mostly, and I have to worry about that damn kid. Sigh. Please let it be less serious than my mind knows it is.
Coffee is ready, and I am about to hit the blueberry picking fields to let off some steam. If you hear about a brush fire in Vermontville, y'all will know what caused it!