My Cousin Norm Rutzen sent me this text today:
“While sliding down the banister of this new year. May never the splinters point the wrong direction!”
Ouch and Amen to that! Thanks Norm!
That reminds me of a little story:
Last summer my youngest son, Chase, spent a week at Camp Allendale in southern Indiana. On the second day of camp he slide down a split rail fence and got a splinter in his butt. He went to the camp nurse, but she couldn’t see anything and gave him some Tylenol. He went back to the nurse everyday for more Tylenol. (we didn’t know about this until he got home). The next Sunday after he got home I was putting him to bed and picked him up and threw him on the bed. He winced in pain. To make a long story short, He ended up having surgery under general anesthesia to remove a 5” splinter. Now he has an awesome 6” scar that he can’t show to anyone.
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