Wednesday, Katie and I came home from Chicago... (Chicago post upcoming). I spent dinner celebrating my moms last birthday in her 40's! (I can't believe how young she is!!!) After dinner with the fam, Joel went to church, and Nora and I came home. Nora had been with Lulu the last two days, so she was exhausted. AS soon as I put her to bed, I went straight to my computer. Checking emails/blogs/facebook. Just as I was getting ready to blog about my fabulous trip, Joel came home. Now, let me set this up for you.... I am in the den, Joel is feeding the dog, in the mud room on the other side of the house, Nora is KNOCKED out in her bed. Joel often rough houses with the dog. It is a major pet peeve of mine, but it makes him so happy, I put up with it. So, when I heard a HUGE thud on the wall, it wasn't too alarming. It was the shouting of CURSE words that followed the thud that had me spring out of my computer chair. Running towards me, is my loving, caring, sensitive husband, shouting more curse words (I HAVE NEVER HEARD HIM SAY ANYTHING LIKE IT!), his hand holding his head, everything covered in BLOOD! I panic! AHHH, do I call 911? No, call mom, tell her to get over here, and bolt out of the house to get to the ER. Not before the victim shouts, "Grab your camera, this is blog worthy!" Driving like a maniac, in my mind, but not fast enough in his bloody mind, we flew to the hospital. I was driving 50 in a 25, when I noticed a cop pull out behind me. He turned his lights on, and I decided, I will let him follow me to the ER. When we got to the ER, he kept on his way, leaving us alone! We checked Joel in, and so I had a look at all the damage he did to his face... EEK! Another patient waiting, asked us, "Were you at The Shark Club?" Hahaha... typical Howell! We don't even know what the Shark Club was. Joel being Mr. Tough guy said, "No, but that would make a better story." While we were waiting to be admitted, I asked him what the heck happened. The way the story goes, (which, I am sure he will try to make up something way better, so he doesn't sound as foolish). He filled the dogs bowl with food. He then RACED the dog to where the bowl belongs. Apparently the dog cut him off, and tripped him, and he landed right in the corner of the wall. He had a deep cut on his forehead, black eye, bloody nose, busted lip, loose tooth, hurt hand, and bruised knee. (I am honestly laughing out loud just imagining it!) He got checked into triage... luckily, Wednesday nights are pretty slow there. Joel is an amazing patient, and I was so proud of him. Three nurses came and took a look at him. All commented on what a nice cut it was. He laughed, danced, and did whatever he had to do to calm the pain. I was taking pictures the whole time. The nurses can't wait to see the blog! They were all so nice to him, and to me, the annoying photographer. As they were sewing him up, I was totally into it. I loved watching. I put it in the perspective of cooking. If I were cooking stuffed chicken breasts, I might try sewing it shut next time, so the stuffing stays in. Anyways, while he was being sewed up, the numbing wasn't quite effective. So I put the camera down, so I could focus on comforting my man. I was the hand that was almost squoze to breaking point. As I was leaning over him, trying to help him, I felt really light headed. The nurse saw my face, and immediately yelled for help. I wasn't sure why, but it was because my face was chalk white. So two nurses took me to a room, iced me, juiced me, and made me lay till I was better. This is really all about Joel, but that was the first time, that I really felt like I was going to pass out. So, there was a break in the documenting while I perked up again. The pictures can be a little gruesome, so please don't watch if you might pass out!
He got a total of 13 stitches in his head. He is doing great! Has some feel good med that helps with the rather large headache!
When we got home we assesed the damage. There may been to be a claim filed with the insurance company. It is not the best time to be breaking parts of the house, when we are trying to sell it. When he is back to health, he has work to do.
Im sorry to Sue, Chet, Dan and Dave that had to read about your boy on the internet. He is really fine. Apparently, there is a past with him and stitches in the ER... so when he is 100%, let's hope, tomorrow, he will touch base with you guys!
Also, if Joel tells you a different story... just humor him. He has been rather humbled in the last day, and I am sure it would make him feel better to tell a really amazing story, that makes him look like a hero. He was so great in the ER, I already think he is a hero.
Denise, Nancy, and Cathy... you are all amazing. We will forever tell about how great the ER in St. Joes of Howell is! Thank you ladies!!!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Posted by Kirstynn Evans at 8:41 AM