a different kind of scary

Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to tell you about my scary day yesterday, as well as some other things. You may remember me from such posts as “A Super Scary Day”, among, so many, many others.

Here I am in a characteristic pose.
You can see what happened here. This is good. It started to snow night before last; most of it has melted. It might snow again tonight, which the guy I live with is in favor of.

There have been a lot of scary things happening here, involving fire engines, paramedics, and sometimes sheriff’s vehicles. Three times in maybe as many weeks. One just a couple of days ago. Not involving us, though the guy said that in a sense, it did. Our neighborhood is pretty quiet, so things like this can be very scary to me.

Well, yesterday, while he was fixing dinner, the guy I live with cut his finger, and couldn’t stop the bleeding, even though he knew First Aid, so he called the doctor, who told him how to wrap his finger with string (like kitchen twine), and then told him to go to the emergency room.
So he went. I was really scared; I almost never get left alone that late in the day. And it was snowing.  He said he “got every red light” on the way to the emergency room. I’m not sure what that means, but he said it’s because the world doesn’t revolve around him. Apparently some people think it does, for them.

He came back a couple of hours later with a big cotton thing on his finger; I was so happy to see him, and he was happy to see me, too.
He said when he was there he started to worry that he’d left the stove on, and also realized that the last time he’d been in an emergency room was the day his wife died.  (She died here, at home, but he had to go to the emergncy room to find that out.) He thought about that a lot, when he was there.
It was difficult for both of us.

He ordered some “cut proof” gloves for kitchen work. He had a pair like that when he worked for the phone company.

That was yesterday; back to today.
Here’s a picture of me patrolling for rodents. The ephedras are Ephedra equisetina and two E. intermedia.
The guy I live with was surprised to see Iris stolonifera ‘Morning Coffee’. He thought it had died because he got a few of these very late one year and he wasn’t sure if he could get them to grow again. Their life cycle isn’t like that of a regular iris.
Yesterday, before the Finger Incident, he saw Eunomia oppositifolia in flower. He thought this had died. I guess it’s one of the few plants growing in the troughs here that didn’t die in the last few years. He grew it from seeds collected in Turkey; it usually flowers the first week in February.
And if you needed a picture of Cyclamen coum in the snow, we have one.

So that was our day. Our day and a half, I guess.
I’ll leave you with a picture of me waiting for my after-dinner biscuit.

Until next time, then.

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24 Responses to a different kind of scary

  1. H.J. Hill says:

    Hope all is proceeding well now. Phew! What a day!

  2. ceci says:

    Kitchen accidents are frightening – my husband cut his hand in his workshop and I had to drive him quickly quickly to the closest urgent care place – they wanted me to stay on the phone talking to them about what happened, how bad, etc, which is NOT something I can do and drive, so I sympathize greatly with the guy you live with for having to drive while bleeding himself! And then to wonder about the stove being on……at least he didn’t have to wait hours and hours in the ER!

    Lovely flowers in snow pictures!


    • paridevita says:

      Thanks. It was pretty scary. There was a time when the guy I live with realized he needed to talk to a doctor, and I think because I was so concerned, I was kind of in the way.
      It was surprising how easy it was for him to tie a string using his left hand, but he had a lot of practive doing things like that when he worked outside.
      Maybe he should order take-out for a while.

  3. Paddy Tobin says:

    Well, I’m glad that all ended well; fingers fully intact and ready for future action – like supplying after-dinner biscuits etc. And incidents bring back memories which can be very upsetting but memories are also good.

    • paridevita says:

      Thanks. The guy I live with typically returns from gardening adventures with blood streaming down his arms, thanks to thinning skin, and he isn’t squeamish at all, but this was something else entirely.

  4. Sorry your man cut his finger as well as manage to hit every red light. It happened to our mum when she broke her leg and had to drive the then manual transmission to the ER for setting. You guessed it, every. single. red. light. for a few miles to Lutheran. And yeah, it was her left leg, the one that used on the clutch.

    We didn’t receive much snow in NW Denver and it never did stick to the sidewalks, let alone be very effective in the garden beyond the very top surface. We still can’t fathom March (and now April) being as dry as it has been and fear Mother Nature is gonna kick our butts this summer-we’re not looking forward to that.

    Your fur coated friends,
    Norman the OES & Elsa the black Standard Poodle 🐾

    • paridevita says:

      Thanks. The guy I live with is a bit concerned about what the weather is going to be, this year.
      One reason why he gave up the old Outback was the manual transmission, because his left knee was bothering him and using the clutch was painful. But now he still has to figure out the automatic transmission on the new car (as well as the zillion other buttons).
      He went to St. Anthony’s, which isn’t far away if the lights aren’t all red. He’d been there several times before, to the cancer center.

  5. Mark Mazer says:

    I know you don’t like unsoliciated advice, but my daughter works in the emergency medical device field and insists we keep those Israeli developed “Quickclot” gauze type bandages in the house and car for both myself, the dog, and others.

  6. leerecca says:

    What a day of excitement, the kind you don’t want! Love the flower photos though. Good idea about the gloves. Lee

    • paridevita says:

      Thanks. The gloves sound like a good idea. The guy I live with had a pair when he worked outside, and I think the idea was taken from Greek fisherman, who used to weave cut-proof gloves from the beards of mussels.

  7. Glad to hear you are OK. We’ve had a couple of ER visits and they are never fun. I have been thinking about getting some of those kitchen gloves. I think the time to do it has arrived.

    • paridevita says:

      Thanks. The gloves are probably a useful thing to have. Telephone cable has a steel sheath inside which is very, very sharp when cut, and the gloves protected the guy I live with’s hands every time.

  8. Elaine says:

    Murphy’s Law that the guy you live with had to rush to the emerg in a snowstorm. Glad to hear he is okay and that you survived the trauma as well. Some lovely little blooms popping up through the snow right now at your place. My big excitement for the week is a lone seedling of Iris delavayi has popped up. Doesn’t take much to make me happy. Hope you have a Happy Easter and remember no chasing the Easter Bunny Mani.

    • paridevita says:

      Thanks; same to you. The driving-to-the-emergency-room-uphill-in-the-snow business is why we have an Outback. (Like half of Colorado does. We like to blend in.) Driving home downhill in the snow, too. (Years before, he slid all the way down that same hill in a regular car. There is, of course, a major intersection at the bottom of the hill.)
      But it took a while for the guy I live with to find the window defroster, as well as, believe it or not, the headlights. New car with ten thousand buttons to push.
      It is fun seeing plants return in spring. A lot more fun than not seeing them.

  9. OY Guy are you OKay??? Wee freeked out when wee red Mani’ss post!!! Pleese bee OKay! An Guy mee BellaSita meowed to mee shee feelss shee understandss yore memoreess an feelinss comin back….
    Shee meowed they nevurr REELLY leeve an that THE reememburrin THE one wee loved an still love iss a gift. Shee sayss ALOT of odd stuff like this 😉

    Mani mee can empythize with yore beein scared when Guy drove off to Hospital…efurry time BellaSita has gone out inn Ambulance mee little heart iss inn mee throat chokin mee! Mee seeresuslee getss so scaredy-cat!!
    An you nose what? Mee wakess up no matter what time shee comess home inn Taxi….mee just nose an mee meetss her at THE door.
    Since THE Deebacull of Octoburr 2021 at EMERG, shee has not called an Ambulance which makess mee happy.
    Wee reeleeved Guy got seen an helped an home within a few hourss. If only it werked like that up here…..
    An did mee mention yore Flower fotoss are lovelee! Wee love Turkish oness an THE Cyclamen inn Snow iss beeuteefull.
    An yore lookin mitey hansum purr usual 😉
    ***nose bopss*** BellaDharma an {{{hugss}}} BellaSita Mum

    • paridevita says:

      Thanks. The guy I live with’s finger is okay. It was pretty scary at the time.
      The guy I live with said at least it wasn’t the same emergency room as last time.
      He said he might leave me again at night, for the plant sale at the end of the month, but if it’s like last year, with high winds (hopefully not) he won’t go. The sale is over three days and last year he went on the second day, and that was fine.

  10. tonytomeo says:

    Oh, that would be scary, especially since the guy you live with was in a bad way when he left, and it is your job to take care of him when he gets in a bad way. I know you took care of him when he returned.
    Your Cyclamen coum are more colorful than I remember them to be. I suppose that could be because they are surrounded by snow. They might seem to be more lightly colored with bare ground in the background.

    • paridevita says:

      It was, and I did take care of him when he came back.
      The cyclamen are mostly dark reddish-pink, though there are some pinks and whites, too.

  11. Mew mew mew Hu’manss sure are hard to take care of…. 😉

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