Eric's Biking Adventure

So, coming home from a girl's day at the pool with our adorable babies, I discovered I had missed a call from Eric telling me he had been in a bike accident on his way back to work from lunch...fortunately, his brother Stephen (we owe you brownies or something!) left his job to pick Eric up and take him to the health center, gushing blood from his hands but otherwise fairly uninjured.

I rushed home, grabbed only the essentials (Scotty in his car seat, my wallet, keys, and Reese's for Eric) and raced to the health center, still in my swimsuit with only a sundress over it. Come to find out, it would take another hour for two nurses to remove all of the gravel from his hands, including some shots to the sensitive nerves in his hands that Eric says were worse than the digging. I sat somewhat self-conciously feeling TOTALLY IMMODEST in the waiting room while Scotty napped sweetly in his carseat, worn out from his adventures at the pool. They didn't want to bring me back into the room because they didn't want me to pass out...turns out that was a wise move, because just having Eric describe what his hands looked like on the way home was enough to make me have to pull over, put my head between my legs, and finally run out of the car and throw up on a random person's lawn! Quite the adventure...

Still, Eric was lucky in that he didn't sustain any injuries other than the gravel embedded in his palms, which are healing nicely and have been well bandaged to avoid infection. He had to go the the health center for 2 follow up appointments and was on preventative antibiotics and advil until the swelling went down, but all seems to be well now. He can even shower without having to wrap his hands in plastic bags...


He did play Wii boxing the other day because he felt inspired by his new look.

And for those who are squeamish, i made this small so you don't have to look, but it's really not that bad anymore. It's only bad if you imagine the rock burying its way deep into his hand and leave a three inch gash... OK, STOPPING NOW!


For you Martha, our decidedly NOT-squeamish friend, you can have a better if you click on the picture.