My last post, Sept. 1, almost a week ago, seems ages ago, already.
Let me catch up here. Sept. 1, a Wednesday. Oh yes, we found out my daughter is having a BOY! Easton David will arrive in Jan. of '11. :)
That evening, I get a call from my son before the work day was done. It was one of those calls a mom never wants to get.
"Mom, when you come get me, can you take me to the hospital?" We have had discussions before about how I can't come get him till I get off, even if he calls me thirty minutes before five. I can't leave till five, unless there is an emergency.
"What? What do you mean when I come get you? I get off at five, why do you need to go to the hospital?"
I ran through the thoughts in my mind of him being able to call, talk, etc, he wasn't dying, right?
"Kyle? Why do you need to go to the hospital?"
"Mom? My..."
"I am on my way."
I heard that thing in my child's voice that said NOW!!
I was on my way when a friend of his called, saying his mom was taking my child to the ER and I was to meet them there.
I get there two minutes after them and find out my child was in the weight room, helping that friend with some "stuck weights" and the weights were dropped, fell on his finger.
It was bleeding extremely bad and smashed almost beyond recognition. It wasn't pretty at all. I keep my cool and make sure I know where my insurance card was. I called my husband, and he was on his way already, so when I was able to go back with him, we went to a room.
To make this very long story short, he smashed his finger, the bone was exposed, the fingernail was removed from the little amount that was holding it there. Then eleven stitches were sewn into my sons middle finger of his right hand and yes, he is right handed.
The outcome? If the tissue regenerates and starts to heal, that is a good sign, if it doesn't, we have two options. The first being a skin graft, the second being the most likely, if the tissue doesn't regenerate. Removing the end of his finger from the knuckle down.
At the moment, we are waiting on the 14th of this month. That is when the specialist we saw on the 2nd will tell us our next step.
Until then, my 14 yr old has developed an attitude from Hades. We are supposed to avoid any trauma to that finger at all costs. He is a soccer player, no soccer. He is a ladies man, lol... no parties, no dances, no going to see the ladies play soccer. He can't ride the bus, I have to take him to school. He thinks he is being punished because he hurt himself.
Since then... my daughter called today. I hate it when my child starts the sentence with; "Mom, don't freak out, but..."
She fell Sunday. Down the stairs! Mom don't freak OUT?!
She says she is fine, she called the doctor, only bruised.
The snake we found in the garage last week, well didn't find, after I spotted it, has yet to show itself again. The English Beetle Jumping Creepy Monster Cricket thingy in the bathroom gave me my morning exercise.
The truck that I drive has had issues starting so my hubby took it to get a new battery, except it isn't the battery. It is the starter. So he says, "It is the starter, so when it goes, I will get a new one."
"When it goes?!"
GRRRRRR....
I went to the Gym tonight to do zumba, I did the tread mill for a mile and a half, burned 150 calories and then did the zumba. *sigh* Now I am sore, tired and need to find clothes for work tomorrow, because my mornings are full of helping my one handed child get ready, and drive him to school. Then it is back home to do his chores and feed the dog and make sure the garbage is out and finish getting ready for work, to be there by eight.
I am old enough to remember this... CALGON TAKE ME AWAY!!!
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