Friday, December 16, 2011

"Stuck"

Let me just start by saying that I realize that I write quite a bit about my husband but please understand that with the material he provides I am honestly unable to help myself.

That being said I have another story to tell involving him. One afternoon, as I pulled into the driveway from work, I was thinking the usual things, how tired I was, what to do for dinner, and how glad I was to be home. Well let me just say that on this particular afternoon those thoughts were short lived.

I say this because as I was coming to the top of the driveway I could hear yelling coming from inside the garage. I had no idea what was going on, only that it was my husbands voice. As I began to exit the car I could see that he was on his cell phone.

When I got closer to where my husband was standing I could hear what he was shouting. He said, and I quote, "Ma'am, I AM AN ADULT!!"

After I was finally able to wrap my mind around the fact that this was actually happening, I just looked at him and said "Give me the phone." He looked at me and mouthed "I've got this, while simultaneously pointing to his free hand and attempting to show me something about his fingers".

I replied, "Evidently you do not have this. Hand me the phone." He reluctantly placed the phone in my hand.

After saying hello, and engaging in a brief conversation with the woman on the other end of the line, I was able to ascertain three things.

1. My husband had evidently super glued his fingers together, and was in the process of trying to secure some help for himself.

2. He had done so by contacting poison control.

3. He was in such a state of panic about the glue on his hands, that the woman he was talking to assumed that he was a young boy, and so she had asked him if there was an adult in the home that she could speak with.

You might wonder if I explained to the woman that she was dealing with a 40 something year old man. The answer to that is, no I did not.

I assured her that an adult had arrived, and that things were under control. I then thanked her for her help, and hung up the phone.

I then asked my husband, in my mother voice, if he had completely lost his mind. He mumbled something about not knowing what to do, and I said follow me.

He followed me into the house, where I retrieved a cotton ball and some nail polish remover from my vanity, and began to clean his fingers with it. I followed that up with some warm soapy water, and like magic, he was again a candidate for gloves.

After forming a rescue for him I sat him down and we had a talk, wherein I explained that in the future, should he find himself in a non life threatening situation, it would be perfectly acceptable for a man his age to try and problem solve on his own without contacting any outside resources.

I gave him an example of why he should try to save himself in the future. I told him that a baby could have ingested poison at the same time he glued his fingers together, in which case the mother would have needed immediate help.

I further explained that she might not have been able to get that help, if he had the phone line to poison control tied up over a little super glue.

He admitted that he may have over reacted, and said that he was just glad that it was over. Lord, I'm glad he got that behind him too. My relief is almost tangible.

I do find myself wondering, at times, as I back out of our driveway without him, if it's a good idea to leave him unattended. The thing that helps me with that concern, however, is just recalling the memory of that day and hearing him shouting at the lady from poison control.. "Ma'am, I am an adult!"

I mean adults can be left alone...right???
 
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