It's not very often that mom and I get 5 days off in a row. So we make the most of it. Over Thanksgiving I had big plans to get things done. But, of course, I put every thing I wanted to get done till the last 2 days.
On Saturday I
started to quilt BroBro's quilt. Everything was going pretty good, that is to say not too much cursing at the machine. I was almost at the half way mark when everything went
horribly wrong.
I was starting a new row, listening to music on my little MP3 player. I had the needle in the right spot and I was holding everything steady with my left thumb. I reached over with my right hand and looked for the
needle down button.
Unfortunately, I found it. The needle went down straight through
my thumb and into the quilt and
stayed there. I knew I needed the needle back up, so I hit the needle down button again. And up it came, with my thumb
still attached.
I called calmly for help.
"
Mom, can you come help me please?"
you can never forget to say please, no matter the situation."
Yeah, I'm coming" she called back.
I was afraid I was going to start bleeding, and the last thing I needed right then was to ruin the quilt. So I called "
Can you please hurry?"
"
Yeah, what do you need?" she said, half way down the bigger stair case.
"
Could you please help me?" there was no other way to say it. "
My thumb is stuck on the machine." I was trying to loosen the screw that attached the needle to the machine so that I could get the needle off and my wound away from the quilt.
"
Your thumb is what?!?" I could tell that she thought she heard me wrong, which happens a lot.
"
My thumb," I was starting to lose my cool head since I had some one else there who was
detached from the situation, "
is stuck on the needle."
She came down the stairs. I could see from the look on her face that she didn't quite believe it until she saw it. She went to slide my thumb off the needle. I admit that I had to look away. She snipped the thread
oh yeah, there was plenty of thread but thankfully someone was looking out for me and there was no bobbin thread. I ran up the small staircase and over to the kitchen sink. With my thumb
thread still through it hanging over the sink, I bounced impatiently for mom to get there to finish the job.
"
Get it out! Get it out!" I moaned as she reached me. As she started squeezing my thumb to cleanse it, I started to feel light headed. All I could think was,
"Am I losing so much blood that I'm going to faint?" I know
now that I should have said this
out loud. It would have warned mom what was about to happen next.
The next thing I knew was that mom was holding me tightly. She was asking me what hurt. I could think of only one thing.
"
My thumb!" I said.
"
Anything else?" she asked. It was by this point that I realized I was not standing, I was laying one the floor.
"
My head. Did I pass out?"
"
Yes, yes ... you did. You're going to be okay."
"
I think I'm done for the day." I told her. She laughed a little and then I completely lost it. "
I hate that quilt! I really hate that quilt!!!" I sobbed as she held me.
I am so glad that I have my mom. I don't know what I would have done if she hadn't been there. I think on my next day off I will take things slower and
stick to less dangerous activities.