I Get It Honestly...

The week has been fairly uneventful - I've been in sorority workshops all week.  Hand has been healing quite well except the swelling has gone down and I still can't feel my fingertip.  At the advice of the ER doctor, I'm going to see a hand specialist tomorrow.  Perhaps that's a little over-cautious, but sounds like a good idea.

Anyway this evening I missed a call from my father and when I called him back he said only two words: "You win."  And I was confused.  He explained.  Turns out he had just gotten home from the doctor because, while on a job site, he was hanging a lighting fixture and the screwdriver slipped.  After gushing much blood, he came home with two stitches on his wrist.  We are a clumsy people.

Unlike my accident, however, this was not his first run-in with a screwdriver.  When I was younger I remember him working on something in his old Mazda pick-up truck and stabbing himself in the hand with a screwdriver.  Good goin', Dad.  I wouldn't make fun of him if he wasn't okay.  :)

So that's about all the excitement we can handle at the moment.  Possible update this weekend.