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?