Hubs works in a small town, they have a small department. This is over all a good thing. They have 1 shift officer on either working 530 am to 530 pm or vice verse, one split officer that works noon to midnight, and the Sgt works 8-2 or 8-7 depending on if it is his day to pick up kids or not (that would be hubs) and the Chief. The last two are Monday to Friday guys unless the poo hits the fan. Then there is the secretary, let me just say that this lady is a SAINT. She and I have gotten to be really good friends over the last 9 years. We talk daily. We have kids at the same school that play on the same baseball team, and are just generally a lot a like.
I get a text from her earlier this week telling me hubs had cut his finger and it had been bleeding for about 10 minutes and just would not stop. Now let me just say, 1) I am a worst case scenario type of person when it comes to accident or injuries 2) I work 30 minutes from him so I can't just swing by and check on him and 3) he is stubborn-his finger could have been have hanging half off and he wouldn't have done much more than apply pressure and use skin glue.
I of course start worrying, and finally I get word from hubs that he is ok, and he of course sends me a picture (I am a mom of boys so no I am not squeamish) and thankfully it is not bad. It does however make you realize that the only reason your husband ever goes to have stitches or staples is because you make him.
We are all aware that there are dangers int he job, however you don't ever think one of those dangers will be your own pocket knife.
