Father's Day Just Wasn't Dallas' Day!

Father's Day started out good. We went to eat with Denny, Jordan and Sue. (Denny, Jamie, Dallas, and I).

We went to Saltgrass Steak House. Delicious food and a good time. When we were getting ready to leave, Denny had to go to the restroom so we were waiting for him. Jamie had to go after Dallas because she headed toward the front door. She caught her and they went outside to sit and wait for us. They each sat in a folding chair. Dally's chair folded on her and caught her fingers! She started to scream! Jamie got her hand out and freaked out! There was blood all over her hand. As soon as I looked at it I knew that part of her pinky finger wasn't there! The manager came out after calling 911. At first I thought it was dumb to call 911 but after seeing the blood that wasn't stopping, I changed my mind. We all looked for the nail and tip of her finger but never found it. The paramedics worked with her and then took us to the hospital. To make a long story short, after taking xrays, they found that the bone wasn't affected but the finger was cut off to the bone. You could see the bone. A big chunk was gone and there was no nail! They numbed her finger and worked on it. She cried but was a tough little stinker. Between sobs and screams, she sang her ABCs to the doctors. Everyone was so nice there. They said that we'd have to see if her nail would grow back. It might and it might not. So we took her home. The doctor said that it would run and bleed and we'd have to change the dressing last night and she would be in a great deal of pain. Jamie got a RX for pain medicine. Well, Dallas slept all night, didn't fuss or cry and never had to use the drugs. And, her dressing didn't get messy and we didn't have to change it. Today Bruce came over and helped us change the dressing. She goes to the doctor Thursday for a followup.