Table Saw vs. My Husband

Hi again!

I haven’t written since I first started this blog. I’m not sure why. Maybe it makes me anxious to put myself out there, but hopefully it will help me even more than writing did in the past. This past Sunday my husband had an accident with the table saw and almost cut his pinky finger off, literally. He’s okay. He had surgery the same day and the hand specialist was able to repair two tendons, two arteries and two nerves. I won’t go into the gruesome details, but goodness this week has been mentally and emotionally exhausting for me. I can only imagine how my husband feels. I’ve done pretty good at putting on a smile in front of him and just being there to support him. However, I am beyond anxious and stressed about the months to come. The physical therapy, the medical bills, our regular bills on one income now.. it’s just all starting to settle in and I have to figure out a way to make it all work. I know we’ll get through it, bills will be paid and life will go on. Just at times, it starts to feel overwhelming. He’s having flashbacks, which I completely understand. It’s a terribly traumatizing event. I wish I could do something to take away all of his pain and anger. I’m doing everything I know to do to help, but I just wish there was more that I could do. What if his hand doesn’t heal completely? He’s an electrician.. and it’s his dominant hand. I’m doing my best to stay positive, as is he. Yes, things could have certainly been worse and we were so blessed with the medical staff at the ER and the surgeon and his staff. But, as an anxiety and depression ridden person, my mind doesn’t stop thinking of every single possibility. Things always get better, I know that. I just hope they get better sooner rather than later.