Happy Father's Day! (Also, Men Are Idiots)

In honor of Father's Day, I'd like to share an anecdote about my dad. My dad is your stereotypical male... he hates the doctors and can do any and everything on his own.

So Dad was doing some work at his mountain hide-away in the woods, also known as BFE. He of course, was alone. So what's the best tool to work with when you're alone? Guesses?

That's right. A chainsaw. Obviously. What a safe tool. Couldn't get a nice weed-wacker or a pair of clippers?

And I mean, if you're going to use a chainsaw, you probably should go ahead and add to the adventure by getting up on a ladder, which is unsteadily sitting on un-level ground, and proceed to chainsaw branches of a tree that are above your head. What's the worst that could happen?

Eh... probably the worst would involve falling, the chainsaw landing on top of you and decapitating you or something. That would suck. Luckily Dad was not decapitated. However, the chainsaw did catch on a branch funny, jerk, and then came down and sawed open Dad's left arm.

(See, men are idiots. It works.)

But that's not the best part of the story. What did Dad do after sustaining such a significant injury? Call 911? Please. Call a neighbor for help? Of course not. Call his RN/paramedic daughter who lives 45 minutes away and works at a trauma center? Why bother... He wrapped his arm up in a towel, climbed in his truck, put a big rock on top of the towel-wrapped wound in his lap and proceeded to drive the 2 1/2 hours back home.

Why, you might ask? (And I did ask... many times and very loudly.) "Well, I know where the hospitals are at home. I would've had to ask for directions otherwise."

Men. Are. Idiots.

-a