you can't keep a good man down

Friday night my Grandpa was in his shed working on some doll beds which will be a Christmas present for my little cousins. He had the saw going, cut a few pieces of wood, swung around to grab something past the saw and didn't realize how close he was to the saw...and SHREDDED two fingers. DANG IT!

He is completely missing the top of his left ringer and his pinkie finger is just in pieces. They ran to the emergency room and they were so messed up they couldn't stretch the skin enough to give him stitches so he has it wrapped up and is waiting for Monday to roll around so he can go see a bone doctor because the bone got sliced too. Guess how we found out? My grandma posted on Facebook the next day! Didn't even call any of us when it happened! Crackhead.

Poor Gramps! We went to visit him on Saturday and took him some pain pills because the stuff they gave him wasn't helping and his finger was still 'throbbing' which translates to PAIN. Some men use other words then pain when actually in pain, like 'pressure' or 'throbs' it's called a high pain tolerance which I know nothing of.

I was with my mom and dad when I went to visit and we decided last minute to grab some lunch to take over to my grandparents. There was a Nelson's Port a Pit Chicken type of thing at a gas station but it was all BBQ ribs and sasuage so we stopped there.

After making the purchase it hit me: Did we just buy the messiest finger food ever [BBQ RIBS] to take to my grandpa who just lost a few fingers?!?!? I mean, have ya ever seen anyone eat BBQ RIBS and not be covered in BBQ sauce from head to toe by the time the meals over??? We're idiots. He ate it and enjoyed it but gee whiz. How stupid :)

And guess what he did this afternoon? MOWED THE LAWN! With his hand wrapped up and elevated just as the doctor ordered. Just proves...Ya can't keep a good man down!

Isn't he the cutest Grandpa ever?