Brandon Hess These, my scattered thoughts

It happens in 3’s

What a last couple of days.  Currently, I’m running a fever, going through a kleenex box an hour, making sure to not continuously bump a self-inflicted stab wound that’s got my left hand all wrapped up and trying to keep sane in a house with a new puppy, a jealous old one and two people just trying to relax for a minute.

Not that I’m one to complain usually but I must have said something about Fate’s momma that got me in his crosshairs.

It is pretty comical in a way though.  I started feeling a little off Saturday and then we brought home a new dog which had made me forget about the aching head and runny nose for at least a day.  Out of pure guilt, I decided Sunday to run to Petsmart to get a nice little cage to give Zoe a place to her own and brought Koda with as a “Hey, sorry about the shock to the system” trip.   That amount of guilt right there talked me into buying him a new toy and when we got to the car, he was incessant on getting whatever tennisball like toy out of the plastic bag without delay.  Grabbing my barely used swiss army knife, I went to cut off the thick plastic strap holding on the paper backing and underestimated the give, putting a long blade straight into my palm underneath my left-index finger.

So, yeah.  Imagine me, 6′8″ running out of my car bleeding everywhere and basically diving into the back of my Jeep to grab a white sheet I had laid down to keep the back area clean.  This wasn’t some 1 foot wide sheet, it was a full double-sized bed sheet with a 40lb cage stacked on it that I had just bought.  There’s me, in front of a parking lot full of PetSmart patrons, with blood all over my shorts, shirt and hands wrapping a 10 foot long sheet around my left hand swearing quietly to myself.

I’d imagine there’s a few people that said under their breath “This is why I hate the city”.

Keeping in mind I’m about 15 miles from home, with my dog in the car giving me a what the hell just happened look, I knew I had to go to ER but that would take an ungodly long wait based on my vast experience with waiting in ER lines.  So, I had to drive Koda back home, drop him off so he wasn’t forced to wait in some crappy parking garage for 4 hours after just watching his master bleed all over the damn place.  I haven’t asked yet what answering the phone must have been like for Nicole as I’m driving home, a bed sheet on one hand, explaining to her what I had done.

To make a long story short, a half an hour drive trying to find exactly where the entrance to the ER is at St. Joseph and a one hour ER wait got me in the care of a very witty doctor.  Thankfully, he and the rest of the ER staff had a good sense of humor over the large man that had come in, the victim of PetSmart packaging and an overly sharp Swiss Army knife.  One large stich, some decent exploratory on the spot handy work by the doctor and his scaple got me a pretty sore left hand that made this one of the hardest blog posts to write.

My poor delete button.

Not to mention I have the worst head cold I’ve had since I was a kid that isn’t showing any sign of letting up and a new puppy with the bladder the size of a dime, I’d like to think I’m holding my own pretty well given the situation.  I’m sure Nicole would have something to say in relation to that statement though.

I just hope I feel better in the morning.  There’s very little resting that gets done when you’re staying home with a new dog and her jealous older brother.   Hopefully some more sleep will knock out this fever and my cough/disgusting nose problem.