So Fun, He Had to Pass Out

Christmas Day this year didn't start out typical. I remember as a kid, waking up at the crack of dawn to open all my Christmas presents. So, I got up early on Christmas morning this year, thinking my nephews were going to be over-anxious about opening their presents. Apparently, they all felt sleep was more important. Only my sister and I were up at 5 a.m. Grams - sleeping. Mom - sleeping. 4 nephews (11, 6, 4, 2) - all sleeping. Niece - sleeping. Siblings - sleeping, snoring. My sister and I kind of looked at each other like...well, what are we gonna do. Everybody is still sleeping and show no signs of stirring. Do you know what time the kids finally got up (because I woke them up) - 7:30! What kind of kid wakes up so damn late on Christmas morning? It's Christmas - the presents are like, calling your name. After the joy of all the boys tearing through their presents, and my niece opening one present and being totally over it. (She's one so she gets a pass) We all had a nice Christmas breakfast and needed to get started since we were having a family get-together around lunchish.
Around 11ish, my uncles start showing up. Uncle Shane first with his gf Paula. Then Uncle Sam and Aunty Tori arrive around noon. When I see my Uncle Sam, I notice that the3 middle fingers of his left hand are bandaged (if that's what you could call it). It looked like some cut up gauze taped up with fricken' duct tape. Knowing my uncle, I was not surprised. He had cut his fingers while using a chainsaw to cut up some wood. My uncle, being a guy's guy is attempting to man up and refusing to seek medical attention and is insistent that his "duct tape" job is fine. Luckily, Paula is a RN and so she inspected his fingers. Sure enough, there was dried blood all over his fingers and the cuts were pretty deep. She recommended stitches which he declined so she told him that she would need to clean it. She started scrubbing at it with soap and water first to get out any dirt (I mean, she really scrubbed it). I think my uncle wanted to cry in pain...but you know, gotta man up so he sucked it in. Then was the peroxide. Then she rebandaged his fingers and 5 minutes after that, he was walking behind my cousin and BOOM, he fell to his knees and fell forward onto my cousins back. He passed the frick out! Luckily my cousin was standing right in front of him otherwise he would have needed a Dentist, Regular Doctor and a Plastic Surgeon because he would have ended flat on his face. Me being the astute observer that I am, saw him fall and thought he was joking so continued to sit there and do nothing at first. Then I saw the panic on my cousins face and raced (yes, I raced) over to the phone and dialed 911. My other uncles put him on the sofa where he eventually woke up and insisted he was fine. Hmmm...fine people don't just pass out in the middle of walking to the table. Fine people don't have 3 of the 5 fingers on their left hand bandaged up. Luckily, when he was fully awake, he was not disoriented and Paula thinks he fainted because of the trauma she caused scrubbing his finger. 911 was advised that no ambulance needed.
Many lessons learned on Christmas. Beer really does calm you down after you've been in a panic. If I put my mind to it, I can run pretty fast. Don't ever try to cut wood one-handed using a chainsaw. Manly men faint too. Paula finally got a Domingo man on his knees in front of her. All in all, Christmas pretty much rocked. What would a family Christmas be without a little drama?