I could never deal with a broken bone like that.

You should probably try to get him to a doctor. You don't want it to heal funny.

I had that talk with him when I first saw he had been hurt. Apparently you can only set fingers so much, so he says; and who am I to argue with Mr. Former Army Medic. He tried to regale me with tales of pulling legs back into position until I shushed him.

So he knows what's up. I would be doing some serious shushing, too.

Wishing him quick healing, and no spinning rooms for you.

I think she's closer to correct.

It's not that it leads to misogyny or war-mongering tribalism.

IT'S BECAUSE IT MAKES BOYS DO STUPID, GROSS THINGS!

Yes, I was too drunk to stand up. He was half-way down the block before he realized that I'd taken 1 1/2 steps and did a face-splat onto the asphalt street. She cleaned me up, bandaged me, and for reasons beyond the rational decided to stay with me anyway. That was 1985 and we're still together (coming up on 25 married). I still do stupid shit, but she's so used to it now that it doesn't phase her.

lmfao....

my hubby was wearing steel boots and something happened and bent back his toe. it is horrible, whatever happened. he has been taking care of it (he takes care of all the oowies in the house) and i walked into his room down stairs to see him draining it or whatever and ran back out of the room.

he has been making me look under the nail last two mornings to make sure it is pink....

the first day he says, i need you to do something and you are not going to like it. i told him, rule of marriage, YOU dont ask me to do things you know i am not going to like.

yes, i agree. boys are gross. lol

i LOVE your story.

my hubby didnt have tears, though. lol. bet he waited until i left the room.

so gigglin.

you guys are great.

I'm OK with that.

I turn into Florence Nightingale when it comes to other people's injuries.

When it's my injury, I do stuff like your hubby does. I draw the line at sewing myself up. I love to embroider, but not on myself.

I recall one incident when my son was young and he was playing baseball at a local playground with some friends.

After a few hours he came home with a tooth or two knocked askew, blood caked on his face, smiling ear to ear.

Seems in an attempt to catch a ball, he smashed face first into a concrete wall.

aughhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

And they never grow out of it, either.

Mr Pipi's philosophy is that unless he bleeds while doing a repair job or building something around here, it hasn't been done "right".

So unless he's actually squirting blood he'll often keep on working while blood drips from injured arms or hands. I swear he only puts on a bandage because the blood gets in his way. Otherwise he doesn't really care.

Oh, except for the time he nearly cut his finger in half the long way while using his table saw. He actually decided it might be a good idea to go to the ER and calmly called our HMO for authorization while I freaked out and then tried to drive him without puking or passing out.

Yech.

I can deal with puke, shit, snots, and rotting lunch meat.

Blood and guts....no.

a reasonable precaution to me!

Hope he gets an actual splint though. You can get them at most any drug store.

I get busted up all the time - livestock are kind of dangerous (and he's right there isn't much you can do for fingers and toes other than tape them back in place - unless you have insane amounts of insurance/cash then they will do whatever you want, even if taping is the best move)

My "boys" are the squeamish people around here. I have to do the castrating, hell even vaccinating. The husband? He could barely swat flies when we first moved out here. Now he can occasionally kill a snake, but prefers I do it.

now my boys do it for me. i would get so excited, swing it like a bat and swat 20 times missing everytime.

your post is funny. why am i not surprised.

Years ago I was working with a carpenter who cut his hand really bad. He stitched himself with a sewing needle and thin fishing line that he kept in one of his tool boxes for such purposes.

'relocate' my dislocated finger. Then surgical tape it to the next one and send me back into PRACTICE!

Injured on the job. NOT going to the ER, not reporting it for worker's comp?

I know, people don't want to "milk the system" or make waves. It isn't always about "milking the system" -- it's about protecting your rights and being covered.

What if this becomes something even worse, like a systemic infection or if he requires surgery? What if he is off work for days or weeks due to complications. Since he didn't document it, the employer can now deny it was an on the job injury.

EL James is all up in the house and the Mommy Porners like to swoon.

that's why I won't let them in my fort in the back yard.

I imagine a broken bone would send me to the Dr in a hurry, even with my lack of insurance and money.

Then again, Cross your fingers, Ive made it this far without any broken bones.

On the other hand, I did enjoy(relatively speaking) seeing the inside of my leg, then have a good conversation with the nurse about technique while she put 9 double stitches to close me up while having forgotten to use anesthetic. Or does that not count, since a nurse was involved?

I need guidance. Where is the man line, and what do I have to do to get across it?

nothing is grosser than when i roll over onto his damp pillow in the middle of the night

Many of them can be fixed with a tug. But if his finger really is broken- like the bone is in two pieces- he really should go to a doctor and have it set or it might not heal straight.

He said his finger isn't ever going to be perfectly straight again -- which actually seems kinda sad. He said even if he went to a doctor and they cut it open and pinned it it would still be crooked, just in a different direction. Last night is was swollen and discolored but it seems OK.

I've never been seriously hurt (knock on wood). This creeps me out and it's just a finger.

When I dislocated my ankle falling down a muddy rockface hiking off-trail, I had to set it myself and and walk 2mi out of the woods on it.

Then I passed out and vomited. Not in that order.

I've got one with back and chest pain.

Who called her niece and made an appt at her office (pain specialist)? Uh, me. I don't think his phone works.

Men are big fat babies!