whew! all is well

yesterday we had a close call. alan was moving one car ('41 buick, in need of restoration, for sale) to the store after having moved another ('66 chevelle station wagon, beautiful restoration nearly complete, not for sale) home to the garage. a friend was helping him, and another friend saw them and stopped by to help also. somehow the winch they were using to move the car off the trailer snapped and alan was hit hard in his right arm, near the inside bend of the elbow. his friend jake saw the winch piece coming and moved back and was barely hit on one hand. fortunately alan was wearing two long-sleeved shirts, but he wouldn't stop to look at how badly his arm was hurt, he just finished getting the car settled and the trailer and suburban home and parked. he called me and i was able to leave amira at mom and rex's house, where we happened to be at the time.

now, i am no doctor. nor a nurse. but i knew when i saw it that it was a deeper wound than i was willing to take responsibility for cleaning and bandaging. there wasn't much blood, and his fingers and arm worked normally, aside from the trauma of being smacked so hard, but peroxide and a bandage weren't going to do it this time, and we ended up at the emergency room with a long wait (the walk-in clinics being closed on a sunday evening) for alan to have it cleaned out, stitched, bandaged, and receive a tetanus shot.

i was very glad to have some knitting in the car (i try to always keep one project there) because waiting in an emergency room is much easier if you have something else to focus on and do.

it seems that it is only after the fact that the full implication sinks in. i am so glad it didn't hit him harder, in a worse place, or damage any tendons or nerves, etc. my mind can come up with all sorts of scenarios. we are truly blessed. even with the temporary challenges ahead like while alan tries to shave or button his sleeve, or do any number of things for which full use of his right arm would be helpful.

the rest of the weekend had been rather nice, and i will leave you with some photographic evidence:

amira only got out of her pj's on saturday to get into a fresh pair for bedtime. we had a great time with playdough, making birthday muffins and cutting out "cookies". it was huck's birthday (does anybody know huck? amira does...)...again! there was a very colorful playdough "taco". can we all just remember to take the time to play? all is well, we are so blessed.