blogging can be difficult

when you only have one hand! andrew and i have had our share of injuries and tetanus shots this week.

after andrew punctured his elbow with a rusty nail a week ago, we returned to the house monday to ensure that everything would remain on schedule. we finished tiling the kitchen (for the most part): in preparation for the delivery of our fridge... that was unloaded from the truck, brought up our stairs and into our dining room, and then rolled back out of our dining room, down our stairs, and back onto the truck. though we bought the floor-model of the fridge, we had expected it to be wiped down, wrapped in plastic, and cared for while it awaited delivery, as the salesman told us it would be. however, when it appeared, it was never actually wrapped up (even for transit), and it was completely banged up and dented. for a purchase that expensive, we're not into dents and scratches, and we sent it back. but we did stay at the house to be able to ensure that the dog fence would be finished. aside from a few areas where we'll have to stake down the chain-link into the ground, the fence looks great! and the black vinyl makes it kind of camouflage-y.

so the week progressed, and andrew got his new job!!! and i continued working at oberlin. on wednesday though, when andrew called to tell me the job news, he instead found out that i was at rex hospital being taken care of for a dog bite.

the dog bite wasn't what you'd think though, the dog was going into surgery, had been intubated, and began waking up. he chewed through the intubation tube, and i (not extremely intelligently) tried to grab the rest of the tube before it went down his throat. of course, his chomping, flailing teeth connected with my hand in a less than pleasant way. after dr. wages stabbed me and injected me with lidocaine - which hurt more than the dog bite - and scrubbed, wrapped, and put ice on my hand, crystal drove me to rex. once there, everyone i came in contact with proceeded to tell me about their animals and ask me training advice... seriously people, i just got bit, maybe you could just take care of my hand real quick and we can discuss your cute, furry, "muffin" some other time?! without going into detail, i'd like just say that my emergency room experiences in the past few years have not increased my confidence in our local hospitals. after sitting and waiting for my discharge papers for over an hour, i began making shadow puppets with my splinted hand:

i went back to work and continued to work as well as i could one-handed. my co-workers did a great job of picking on and laughing at my "lobster claw", and after a few days, it looks as good as new (almost):

on an unrelated note, i had an enlightening conversation with a few people at jessi's birthday cookout about the best places to buy certain things... and all i have to say is thank you nordstrom... 32F.