Surgery On My Kitchen Table

Several weeks ago while picking oranges, Tim had the misfortune of running a very large thorn deep into his arm. He pulled it out, but the tip broke off and remained deeply embedded in flesh. We tried putting salve on it in hopes of drawing it out, but instead, it just healed over nicely with nothing more visible than a small bump. Depending on his arm movement, Tim could feel the prick of the thorn, but hesitated to dig for it himself. When we heard that the two clinic nurses were coming to our house on Friday, we asked them to come prepared to do surgery.



The victim solemnly anticipating The Event of the Day.

For some reason my tough hubby requires about twice the amount of lidocaine that the rest of us would need. (Yep, coffee's allowed in this OR!)
If two heads are better than one, all these heads surely guarantee success!
Cool and professional... except not so cool. Perspiration was running pretty heavily at this point. Missy took a stab (yeah!) and had the fun of extracting the thorn...
While Rick gets the fun of stitching up.
The POINT of interest... all of 3/8th inch long!!!

Like I say, no time for boredom around here........