He comes inside, looks at the computer, and then turns around with the verdict and asks:
"Do you have a bandaid?""Will a bandaid fix the problem?"
To answer he folds up is pant leg to reveal blood oozing down his entire calf. Oh my!
"Dog bite. The last house. They didn't have any bandaids."
I then notice the two dark puncture wounds sunk deep in his flesh.
"I think you need more than a bandaid, but first we've gotta clean you up."
Did that get on my carpet, I wonder?
I pull out my latex gloves and medicine box. Where is my gauze? After wiping away all the blood, using a little rubbing alcohol, I bandage it with the only thing I can think of: paper towels and masking tape; He suggested using duct tape. "Not if you value your leg hair," I reply.
The internet is eventually fixed. Paige is eventually pulled away from the medicine box she was rummaging through. And the injured man is eventually on his way. Right before he leaves, however, he looks at his leg, looks at his arm "Three bee stings this morning, a smashed thumb, too, and now a dog bite. All in the same day." And shaking his head he's gone.
Who would have thought repairing the internet could be so dangerous?
4 comments:
I hope he got a doctor to look at it! Dog bites are nasty and usually require antibiotics. What a crazy day for him! Who knew it was such a dangerous job??
Exactly what I was thinking. And if the dog had rabies that could be life threatening.
Pour guy! I wonder how often he has day's like that.
ha ha sorry I had to laugh, what a story. Oh my poor guy. You are such a sweet heart. I bet he was so thankful for you.
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