Sunday afternoon Buddy the Beagle got out the front door and
took off running. The Island King caught him in the driveway, picked him up and
took him back inside.
But as he was about to put Buddy down, he tripped and
started to fall.
Which freaked Buddy out and somehow, in the chaos, Buddy
chomped down on the Island King’s hand.
It bled a little but he said that it felt more like his
finger had been broken by Buddy’s jaws.
It hurt that night and on Monday it was swollen and still
hurting.
The man refuses to go to the doctor for anything so he
complained about it hurting but didn’t want to go to the doctor.
Tuesday morning the pain woke him up and his hand was the
size of a cantaloupe.
He decided that he had a broken finger and that if he went
to the doctor he would have to pay a lot of money to hear that he had a broken
finger and for them to splint it. Which he didn’t want to do.
But as the day wore on, the pain got worse and he started
feeling queasy – which he believed was from pain.
He called his mother to get a couple of her anti-inflammatory
pills and we headed to her house.
About 2 miles out he told me to pull over and then proceeded
to throw up in a parking lot.
Now I’m not a doctor but this man never throws up and if he’s
throwing up that means he’s either in SEVERE pain or he’s infected.
Me saying, “We’re going to the ER” started to cause a fight
but I looked him right in the eye and told him this was non-negotiable.
“So if I don’t go you’re going to be a raging b!tch, aren’t
you?”
“That doesn’t even begin to describe what I’m going to be if
we sit here arguing about this any longer”
At which point I put the truck in drive and took the man to
the ER.
Turns out, the bone isn’t broken but he’s got a massive
infection. They gave him two different kinds of antibiotics, some pain meds and
off we went.
But, while we were in the ER…
The registration woman comes into the room, sits down and
asks his name. The very next question was “Do I have your permission to speak
freely in front of your guest?” Meaning me.
He told her yes and she then said I see that you’re married
And before she could continue I looked at the Island King
and said “You’re married?!”
I said it in a shocked voice and it came out a bit louder
and more forceful than I intended.
That poor woman’s head whipped around, her mouth dropped
open and she came extremely close to falling off the little stool she was
sitting on.
I looked at the Island King but the poor man was in so much
pain that he just glared at me.
I laughed and apologized to the woman who, thankfully, was a
good sport about it.
Later that night after the antibiotics and the pain meds
kicked in he said “Now that I think about it, that was funny as hell but at the
time I just wanted my hand to stop hurting.”
That’s ok babe. I’m sure she’s not the last person I’ll poke and you can join in next time.
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