Art pulled a Bryan!

So, if you know Bryan, you know what this means: stiches or cast. This time, it was stitches. Art cut his thumb half way through. It was at the tip and through the nail! Obviously, there was plenty of power behind his chop! Don't worry, all those eating at Iggy's were not served contaminated green onions. He grabbed the closest rag to stop the blood from spreading. It may have been an oil-nasty-all-day-used rag, but the important thing is, there was not a lot of blood at his station.

The manager drove him to the hospital and I get a text at 10:30 "Get a car and go to the hospital i cut my hand". That won't make a wife nervous! So, my half asleep baby was woken. I called Shelly and asked her to watch Sara. I didn't want to drag her to the hospital in only a diaper and then carry her around who knows where at all hours of the night.

It all worked out though. Sara went to sleep for Shelly and Art only needed partial fingernail removal and 7 stitches. His thumb will live to see another day! As for my nerves, if they die with him it shouldn't be so bad with the kids, right? hehehehe....ya right.