A Hard Day's Work

This is Sam after a regular day at work. I don't even know if the picture shows how dirty and greasy he really was. Darn tractor....the pants went right into the garbage! I have to say I'm glad he doesn't look like this most days!

9-1-1

Sam called me yesterday and said, "Hey, I'm at the hospital. I cut my finger off."

Can you believe that! Luckily, it wasn't severed. He just thought it was since there was so much blood. He did, however, have to have surgery this morning. He smashed his finger between a 20 pound trailer hitch and a blade to the tractor mower, crushing the tip of his finger and slicing it open diagonally across the nail bed (that's why there was so much blood). Doc said since the nail bed was so damaged and there was so much debris in the wound he needed surgery. There was a great chance infection would set in since the cut was down to the bone. If infection set in, he would lose his finger.

We went this morning for surgery. Everything went smoothly and he felt strong enough to go to work (against my wishes), but promising no tractor driving. Doc cleared him to supervise only. Anyone want to bet he did more than supervise? Anyway, he says he is almost ready for the big grand opening of the Motocross tomorrow.

We both realize this could have been much worse so we are thankful, but I did tell him there were better ways of getting out of unpacking boxes!