Friday, July 05, 2013
The first half of the day was great. Everyone was quiet and I got to go out to the store alone.
After lunch was a different feeling though.
My son is a clutz. In his lifetime, he's managed to break his arm, split his lip and yesterday he managed to put a big gash into the top of his head.
Head wounds are never fun. They bleed. I'm still cleaning up blood form yesterday's incident. He's been told not to run in the house, does he listen? No.
Fortunately I know how to put pressure on a wound and by the time the police had shown up (we ended up calling 911) I had the blood slowed. I got to refuse ambulance service (I couldn't imagine how much higher my bill would be if we shipped him) and drive him to the ER.
When you go to an ER, bleeding goes first, heart attacks second. This is the first time we got to go right back. He had started to ooze again by the time we got up there.
When it comes to bodily fluids I get the blood and my husband gets the other stuff. We make a good team, had I not been there, I'd probably have had a husband on the floor too.
So now my son has stitches in his head. It was about 2.5 cm or 1 inch long. The more they cleaned it, the more I got grossed out and it takes a lot for me to get grossed out with wounds.
All in all, it was a pretty short ER visit, we were only there for about 3 hours and one baby (they have a fun little noise that goes off every time a baby is born, one time we got to listen to 6). He's feeling better, it was only a flesh wound. As soon as we got home, he was off and running again, we got to yell at him for running again...
Today's Holidays: Bikini Day, Work-a-Holic Day, P.T. Barnum's Birthday 1810, National Apple Turnover Day and National Graham Cracker Day.