Friday Wasn't My Day!
I went to work and was working on getting an old furnace out, when I pulled on a wire. It had a hook on the end, and caught my finger and tore a big slice on it. Cindy had the day off, so I called her to come and take me to the doctor to get stitches. We went to our normal place, which our insurance takes, and were informed that their instacare did not start until 4:30, so she suggested we go to the emergency room at the hospital. Never again will I go in the emergency room willingly.
The sign in the waiting room said a 21 minute wait. What they didn't tell you, was that the 21 minute wait was only until you get to go in for the real wait. Two hours later the doctor finally stitched up my finger. He said he would have the nurse put on the dressing, and we could be on our way.
An hour later we finally walked out the door. Total time in the emergency room: 3 hours and 20 minutes. Time spent sewing up my finger: 7 minutes counting the shot to deaden my finger.
I can hardly wait to start traveling. We are taking our sewing machines with us, and Cindy has already cut out material for some more quilts. She only has 11 more days to work (but who's counting), and I won't be far behind. As we said in our first blog, we plan on leaving on about the 9th of January toward Quartzsite.