{my incredibly homemade attempt at a cool cake}
{And how I mentioned it was our anniversary? Frankie had the honor of coming home to this. Nothin' like reminding him that he married a crazy woman}
We had a small gathering for Eddie's birthday party with just the grandparents and Aunts/Uncles. Eddie had a ball!
{he loved his cake. crazy, insane, I MUST HAVE THIS NOW love}
And everything was fun! Super fun. Eddie was having a blast with everyone, conversations were good, the weather was great and everyone was going from the house to the backyard over and over and over again. And one time, my dad went to step outside. And the crap little builder step to the backyard pulled off the house.....exposing the large screws that once held it to the house. And in an instant, Dad fell and the screw went into his shin.
HOLY SHIT.
(the picture below is NOT for anyone squeamish.)
(REALLY. Don't look at it if you don't want to see the screw)
(are you sure you want to see this?)
(really sure?)
(no turning back now)
(alright, you asked for it)
{matchbox there for reference...it was a half inch screw and went about an inch and a half into his shin}
{and trust me, it was much more gross before the blood dried on it}
(just putting extra space here incase you want away from that picture)
(seriously, how nasty. who would post that on a blog?)
(oh, wait...that's me)
So Dad is kind of sitting on the floor inside the house, wincing in pain. I run over asking him if he's ok, and saw blood. Just pumping, literally, out of his leg. My first thought was that he fell and broke his leg and it was the bone sticking a little out. Then my (awesome, amazing, rockstar) brother Mac grabbed his leg (he was already outside) with both hands and yelled for a towel. I ran to get a towel, my Mom starts to yell for someone to call 911 and Mac yells again for a belt. He made a quick turnaquet out of the belt and that's when I looked down and saw the step hanging off the house and the blood covered screw and almost puked. I realized that a) my dad was tough as hell and b) he was probably in a lot of shock. Time went by so slowly...the ambulance seemed like it took forever to get there. Dad stayed tough, Mac held on like hell to his leg and Frank's awesome parents and sister were great at distracting Eddie. (Sad note: when it happened, Eddie was standing in the backyard repeating "I sowwy, I sowwy, I sowwy!). Our favorite town police officer was the first to respond (love officer Kim!) and she jumped right in keeping dad laughing and such. When the EMTs got there Mac did such an awesome job keeping pressure on the puncture that the bleeding had stopped, Dad was able to walk into the ambulance (we figured he'd get seen faster at the ER if he went via ambulance) and after an x-ray to make sure the screw didn't chip the bone (it didn't) and a numbing shot, they cleaned out the wound, wrapped him up and sent him home.
And I haven't stopped calling him since. No, seriously, I'm stalking him and making sure he's ok because I feel SO SO guilty that our house injured my Dad.
He's doing well, in a little more pain today than he was the other day, but I suppose that's just how it's going to be when you had a screw shoved into your leg. Poor Dad. I feel so incredibly horrible.
On the up side, Eddie was pretty fascinated with all the firetrucks and ambulances that responded. I also got a chance to teach Eddie the "honk" arm motion, which he did at the firetruck and they were awesome and turned on the siren for a sec. Awesome Officer Kim told him that he better have a police car on his cake next year and then turned on her siren to prove that it was louder than the firetrucks :)
Sometimes living in a small town is awesome, but I think we'll all hope next year that we don't get to show Officer Kim the police car cake.
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