Here is a good story...

About 15 years ago, my husband went to pick up a keg of beer for a party and it fell on his finger. He came out of the cooler in the liquor store, keg in hand, his face as white as his tee shirt and told me... "let's leave" with a look of doom on his face. There was also a small smudge of blood on his white tee shirt. He very quietly paid for the keg and we left the store.

Well, in the parking lot he showed me his index finger and said "I think I broke it, the keg fell on it". It looked terrible and I told him we needed to go to ER and get an X-Ray. He said, being his stubborn self, "No, lets just go home and I'll take some aspirin and have a beer". By the time we got home, I had to rush him to ER because the pain was so bad.

He had a spiral fracture of the finger and had to have a pin inserted to hold the bone together. The pin came out through the tip of the finger with a little cap on the end. He got white the first time he had to clean and dress it. I tried to help but he kept shushing me away. Inwardly, I thought it was funny, although I did feel sorry for him.

Well, the pin came out six weeks later and all was fine. He told the people at work that he slammed it in the car door... too embarrassed to tell them the truth. I think it was a pretty sobering experience for him...

Just a little story about my stubborn hubby to make you smile. Terrible to laugh about it, but it was a long time ago. I hope I succeeded in giving you a smile.

Mere