Wednesday, July 11, 2007

It's Just a Flesh Wound!

Had a great visit with my Mom, and Little Guy got back from the coast safely in one piece. Now for another few quiet weeks before Big Kid comes back.

Somewhere, the powers that be are letting out a big honking evil laugh. Bwhahahahahahhahaha!


Monday morning, Little Guy and I decided to take a quick trip to the store to pick up a couple of things before The Price is Right came on. That's one of his favorite summer vacation shows and he was excited to be able to get a chance to watch it uninterrupted. No Big Kid to pester him, no little half-sibs running around being noisy.

Since it was trash day, I stopped at the top of the driveway, and Little Guy took the empty cans down. The garage bay where we store them isn't automatic, so he reached up and pulled the door down with a rope that is attached. It was halfway down, and instead of grabbing the handle, he reached with both hands and put his fingers in the horizontal crease and pulled. And got stuck. 8 fingers.

I started to jump out, but he got himself loose and hopped in the car.

"I'm ready to go."

Are you ok? Did you hurt yourself?

"Just a little."

Let me see. I caught a glimpse of blood and strips of flesh hanging from his fingertips on both hands. Oh My God.

Raced in the house and stuck his hands under the tap. The hospital is 45 minutes away. The doctor is 5. Called his office and they said, "bring him right down".

Little Guy didn't make a sound all the way down the hill. By the time we got there, he was shaking all over. The medical assistant put his hands in ice until the doctor could see him.

The doc took one look at his hands and said, "we need X-rays". So he wrapped the kid's hands up in gauze, and sent us up the road to another facility that has X-ray capabilities. Got the pics and came back.

Thank heavens there weren't any broken bones. The skin inside (where your fingerprints are) from the top knuckle up was peeled back on three fingers, and he'll probably lose 4 fingernails. Right now, 2 days later, about an inch and a half on all his fingers are blue from bruising.

While the doc was cutting away all the loose tissue, the kid said, "I'm being brave, aren't I Mom?"

I burst into tears. Not my finest hour, because THAT'S what finally freaked him out.

And what trauma would be complete without an Attila ass incident?

It was over, and the doc went out, leaving the door open for us to exit. Of course, it was facing a packed waiting room.

I've lost a little weight and I was wearing a pair of wide-legged knit pants with an elastic waist. Somehow, while I was sitting, the bottom of the pant leg got under my shoe, so when I jumped up to help Little Guy off the table, my pants got yanked DOWN. Along with my droopy drawers.


Anybody looking in the room probably felt like poking their own eyeballs out. Oy!

Once we got home, I saw that our dog the Noodle had gotten out of the fenced yard so I had to get the kid inside, and chase the dog down.

Then there were two messages on the machine.

The first was from the Big Kid. "Can I come home?"

The second was from his dad. "Can Big Kid come home?"

Nope. Nada, not a chance. More on that later.

So that was my Monday. How is your week going?

30 comments:

Pendullum said...

oh Attila...
What a brave fella you have there...(Price is Right?His favourite show is the Price is Right?)
and how long does Big Kid have to do time with Dad???
Thinking of you...
and try to keep your pants on will ya???

Special K said...

Oh, man.

golfwidow said...

When it rains, it pours.

He was very brave.

Deb said...

Ouch! He never even screamed??? What a brave little guy, I would have been screeching!

Hope all gets better!

Ashley's Mom said...

Do you ever think back to the time when we had no kids and our lives were never this exciting?

Hope you both are doing ok.

(How's Little Guy handling the departure of Bob Barker from TPIR?)

Me said...

Poor baby....Hope both of you are doing okay!

Rootietoot said...

Aaayyyeee! Man! I was all ouchy faces and wincing reading that. Egad!

AS for the pants...well...what can you do in a situation like that?

Pete said...

the pants - ROTFLMAO

Flamenco Mom said...

Attila, what a brave Little Guy you have there. I freaked out a little just reading about what happened!

Oh, and please do not get me started on the pants. LMAO! Sorry you had to go through all that. Hope the rest of the week is much better.

carmachu said...

Thats one tough kid!


And....oh my god.....putting on a good show are you? I'm sure it was a cheap thrill rather than a eye gouging out with a rusty spoon experience....

As for your ex....bwahahahahaha

Annie Drogynous said...

Boy, I hope he's okay. That sounds like one serious accident, amazing that he kept his cool throughout it.

As for Big Guy and the ex. Oh boy, I'd be ticked getting both those phone calls!

Brenda said...

My Monday was very mild compared to yours, thank goodness. The excitment never ends when you have kids, does it?

Brenda said...

P.S. I hope the little fella is not in too much pain!

Ann(ie) said...

OMGOMGOMG. What a Monday. I can relate to the pants thing. Totally something that would happen to moi!

Dorky Dad said...

Not a great way to start the week, I don't think, but boy did he sure handle that well. I'd probably have screamed bloody murder. Ouch.

Blogarita said...

Ow! He probably didn't realize it was so bad at first because it pinched off the circulation to his fingers. :(

Thank goodness there's only one Monday in a week! You should be allowed to skip the next 2 or 3.

Christi said...

OMFG, Attila! Bless his little heart; give him a big smooch from us for being such a trooper. I'd've been yelling my head off.

And yes, your day was worse than mine (although my bad one was a Wednesday): I got my two-week layoff notice from work yesterday morning. I'll post more boringness when I get some time. But after the fingertip incident, a layoff's just not as painful!

Nikki said...

OUCH!!!

How is he going to pick his nose now?

(glad he's okay)

Beth said...

It was one of your finest hours because you waited until that point to burst into tears.

Had I been in that waiting room when you "exposed" yourself, I probably would have had a little "accident" myself - from laughing.

Miss Litzi said...

Hi Attila,
I shall NEVER complain about having a “bad day” again after reading your post. Even my worst days pale in comparison to what you experienced on Monday. The inner strength that you continually draw upon never fails to astound me; you seem to rise to each occasion with courage and stamina that mere mortals would collapse under. And for you to be able to find specks of humor during times of duress is amazing.

You are one terrific Mom! I hope Little Guy’s fingers heal swiftly. Ice cream is an excellent medicine….

tom said...

Ouch, hope little guy gets better quick...Chocolate Milk Shakes are easy to doing without too much finger work!!

Nice job with the Pants LOL

Woman with kids said...

Ohmygod, it's not funny, but maybe a little? I'm glad he's ok.

phlegmfatale said...

OMG - one thing at a time. Yes, he was very brave. And losing your britches? What a trial that whole experience was. Poor lambs, all of you.

Angela said...

So brave with blood and all.

Philip. said...

Do you think I can have the spare leg. I think it will fit where mine once was :-)

TxGoodie said...

Words fail me!

I'll send cash....

Hugs all around!

DutchBitch said...

Let me see. I caught a glimpse of blood and strips of flesh hanging from his fingertips on both...

*thump*

...

...

*waking up from faiting*

...my pants got yanked DOWN. Along with my droopy drawers...

Droopy drawers! Come on woman!

kim said...

omg! omg! owwwww! and yuk! and jeez! and wowwww just... *hugs*

Ruth Dynamite said...

Youch! Poor little guy. Hope things have settled down a bit.

Stinkypaw said...

That read painfully - poor little kid! I feel for him, I really do!

I won't tell you about that week, since my MIL died the day after you've posted this... so...