Ben left the house before anyone was awake - his fishing expeditions normally start that way. He and his fishing buddies sometimes travel and hour or so off shore. And because they sometimes spend 5 or 6 hours at sea, an early start is needed. But around 8am the phone rang....
"I don't want you to worry, but I'm at the hospital. I have a fish hook embedded in my hand!"
Eeeek! Ouch. I immediately got a picture in my head. I felt faint just thinking about it.
Well I didn't panic. But we did high-tail it out the front door and up to the hospital quick smart to see for ourselves the extent of the injury. There was no way I could go to work without seeing for myself that the rest of him was intact.
When we arrived at Emergency, the doctor had just finished removing the large part of the hook and was anesthetising the hole, ready to dig out the remaining bit!
Check out the hook....
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| Three nasty looking prongs - poor fish! |
Ben is on call this week and has to drive the rescue vehicle everywhere he goes (which Harry and Till love, because obviously if we go out as a family, we all pile too). I think it's a bit funny that he drove himself to Emergency in the rescue car!
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| The Rescue vehicle parked out the front of our place |
His hand isn't too sore, thankfully, and he's complaining more about the arm the nurses put a tetanus shot into actually.
And don't think this little incident has crushed his enthusiasm for "catching". I'm certain Ben will be back in the boat with a rod in his hand just as soon as he can!
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*ouch* Although a very big part of me is just fascinated with gore and bodily harm. I used to love major maulings and physical injury when I was working - weird, I know, but it meant I was in the right job!
Oh gross! Hope it heals up quick smart Ben.
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