If ever you were to see the true nature of a man just watch what happens when he get a small cut. I'm not talking about loosing a leg or breaking every bone in his body, I'm talking about a paper cut or a bruise caused by bumping into something that breaks the skin ever so slightly so as to cause blood to appear. Should this happen the world will come to a complete halt while medical attention is given to the injured.
This past week The Man bumped into something and broke the skin on his arm. There was no GUSHING blood, only a small cut that, once he held a tissue on it for 3 seconds, it stopped bleeding. There were no stitches or cast required but you would think he was in imminent danger of bleeding out. Quite a fuss was being made on the part of The Man so I suggested he put a band-aid on it to protect it from getting opened up again. The huge surprise to me was that he actually DID put a band-aid on and he did it himself. Usually I would be called to administer aid but he handled it himself. Go Figure ! Fast forward to that evening . . . I was sitting on the bed reading when YKW (You know who) came in needing medical advice. Should he shower with the band-aid on or take it off. (Big decisions like this usually require us to call all of our acquaintances and get their thoughts but I figured we could handle this one alone.). I suggested he leave the band-aid on until after his shower and then put a clean, dry bandage on. That seemed to make him happy so off he went to shower. When he came out of the bathroom he had a new band-aid in his hand and asked me to put it on for him. (I didn't bother to ask why he couldn't do this himself since he had put the first bandage on his own, I just said "Sure!"). I had my glasses on and the lights were on in the bedroom but in spite of all this I could not see where I should put the band-aid. Aside from a large bruise on his arm I could not tell where the cut was. My indecision caused The Man to get all excited because I could NOT see where to put the band-aid so he started pointing to where it should go. I really didn't think he had the right spot but hey, his arm not mine so I'll do what he wants. Band-aid was on, it was time to go to sleep.
The following day we had to go to a hospital for The Man's monthly infusion of gamma globulin to boost his immune system. We arrived at the hospital infusion center, got settled in, connected to the IV and ready to spend the next 2 hours relaxing. As I was sitting next to YKW I see him picking at the band-aid on his arm. He was attempting to get the band-aid unstuck from the hair on his arm without opening up the cut. As I'm watching this I notice that there is a scab just above where the bandage is. It is totally healed up so I'm thinking maybe he had 2 cuts on his arm? With that one of the nurses comes over to ask if YKW would like her to get some ointment to help get the band-aid off painlessly. Of Course we do !!! Within two minutes she has applied the magic cream and painlessly pealed of the stupid bandaid much to the joy of The Man. I'm sitting watching this and as the band-aid finally lets go it reveals the un broken skin of The Man's arm with a scabbed over cut just above where the bandage was. The whole time "Dr. Kildare" was worrying about his cut getting covered so it wouldn't bleed he had the band-aid on the wrong spot !!!!!
I did NOT mention this to him ! It is better to just shake my head and think about the blog I will write about this.
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