I ran to the sink and it is a good thing I did because by the time I got there, blood was starting to run between my fingers. I washed it off and Lisa quickly put a bandaid on it but no sooner was the bandaid on than blood started oozing through the holes in the bandaid. She had six bandaids on it before it slowed to the point that I could go back to work on the box. Now the box has bloodstains all over it. I figure it will just give the stain a unique look. The picture was taken Saturday night as I changed the bandaid. The picture really doesn’t do it justice.
Sunday we had stake conference and we had a big surprise. I guess Elder M. Russell Ballard happened to be in the area so he checked out who was having a stake conference and luckily for us, we were. M. Russell Ballard is one of the twelve apostles so it was a special treat. We always get to the church early so that we can get seats in the chapel and so I always bring my copy of Josephus to read while I wait for the meeting to start. I was enjoying my book when all of the sudden everyone stood up. I said to myself, “when did we start standing for the Stake President?" when low and behold I see Elder Ballard. It was a great meeting. During Elder Ballard's talk I had my arm around Lisa and my hand was resting on the back of the bench. My thumb was on the front of the bench and my fingers on the back. Suddenly, without warning, Lisa decided to stretch or something. She leaned back onto my thumb (yes, the one with the laceration) and she pushed hard. I could literally feel the cut opening up and it hurt like the devil. It was all I could do to refrain from crying out. It took some time before I could focus again. Boy that hurt. Lisa felt bad and kissed it better but it really hurt.