Wednesday night was going to be an ordinary weeknight at home with the husband. It was going to go as such: He gets home at 4:30sih. I get home at 6. Hugs, kisses and "How are you?"s are shared. We heat up some leftover taco salad and munch on a brownie or four two. Talk about work, excitement for friends visiting this weekend, how much money is in the account, etc. We share our dreams for the new apartment this summer, read a chapter of Harry Potter, and fall asleep cuddling and watching a few episodes of Friends.
Ordinary weeknight at home, right?
Wrong.
I am on the way home from work when Matthias calls me. The first thing he says is, "Now don't panic when I tell you this..." I immediately start to panic. Duh. He says, "I just stabbed myself in the hand pretty good." I responded with yells, questions, studders and almost a few tears.
He had been cutting an avocado, using one of our steak knives to stab the pit, twist and take it out. This is what we've always done. Well, the knife slipped, pushed by the extraordinary strength of my husbands arms, and went straight through the avocado, and into the palm of his hand.
Matthias asked me where the nearest ER was, and drove himself there. I went home to find a bloody avocado speared by a steak knife, blood stains on the carpet and pillowcase, and a bloody bathroom sink. Oh my. I start to clean, worried about how bad the cut is.
He was home by 6:45 with an inside stitch, two cross stitches on the outside, a sore booty from the tetanus shot, and a prescription for an antibiotic. The guy that he is, he was excited to tell his buddies. I don't get it. Boys are weird.
And listen to this.
The doctors told him that the knife had gone almost the entire way through his hand, about 95%. God is good. They also said that it missed all of his tendons. God is so very good. Because none of the tendons in his hand were touched, Matthias will be able to play guitar again within a few weeks, which is his passion and (Lord willing) future career plan. Also, he doesn't have health insurance. I was worried about the price... but God stepped in and the hospital took off over 90% of the bill.
That alone was overwhelming to me. God really does provide. And I am guilty for not trusting Him more fully in this situation. I know that there are much worse injuries out there that people deal with. But I am so very thankful that the Lord took care of my sweet husband, his hand, and our finances.
He is so good.
Here is the avocado after the incident. See how far the knife is sticking out? That's just a little more than how far it was in Matthias' hand. Ouch.
He took a really gross picture of the stab wound in his palm... lots of blood... but I'm going to save you all from having to see it. You're welcome.
