On sunday, my Dad tried to chop a couple of fingers off with the lawn mower. Luckily, he only ended up losing the top joint of two fingers.
I've been up there for a few days helping Ma. Dad came home on Tuesday and by Wednesday (yesterday) wasn't in too much pain, so I came home to my house.
Now I'm tired. I think another early night is in order tonight.
eta: On tuesday arvo after Dad came home, we went and shifted the lawn mower (he'd asked Ma and I not to touch it because he was worried we'd fall in the dam
), and loe and behold, there was one of his finger tips! It was pretty gruesome. I put it in the freezer for the boys to look at when we go up on the weekend (so they can do the mowing for Dad and a couple of other jobs that need a mans strength for, but that would be hard for a dopey idiot with one hand bandaged up, to do).