Being the overly-compassionate Mom that I am not, I said, "In a minute, I have to finish this cooking and then I'll be available." I was in the middle of getting that yummy Yellow Curry Thai chicken dish ready for the crock pot. This is the dish that I was so excited about in Seattle where I found the curry paste last month. Obviously I have my priorities in order:
#1 Food
#2 Medical Emergencies
When I became "available" I asked The Witness to explain to me again what had happened. "Uh-guy, uh-hand, uh-office." I knew from previous EMT experience who the victim was and what injury I could expect to find. And I found him just as expected:
Do you know how hard it is to try to drive an ATV with one hand while bleeding profusely with your other hand recently severed? I don't either, I've never tried that.
Usually I also know exactly where to find The Severed Hand. It is typically still attached to the handle of the ATV. However, I did not find it there. So, I grabbed my trusty cup of coffee and headed toward The Witness, who had now left the scene to possibly destroy other innocent plastic guys, and I asked, "do you know where his hand is?" and then took another blissful coffee sip.
"Uh-coffee."
Gulp. I am thinking, "Great. The hand is in the coffee that I am currently drinking!"
I went to the medical supplies drawer and found a piece of equipment that was sure to solve this medical emergency. And it did.
Being trained in on-site severed body parts cleaning and reattachment, I was able to get things put back in order quickly so that 4-Wheeler Man and The Witness were able to be back in business.
I sure hope that the Thai chicken turns out tonight.
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