My poor son tripped and fell.
He happened to find a piece of aluminum half buried and dirty in the ground while with his dad at Grandpa's. It sliced a wound deep into the meat of his thumb larger than a quarter and smaller than a half dollar. I get his call from my other half while going out on my lunch break. I told him where the nearest Insta-care was, and as I was getting close they told him to go up to
Primary Children's Hospital. Boy he lost a lot of blood out of it.
H
e'll live so far. But boy
he didn't take it well when they were stitching it up. As long they
weren't touching it, he was a trouper. But the minute they did he could
give a screeching banshee a run for it's money. I may be deaf now... :D
I was telling Ray Ray we'd
get him a happy meal when we were all done and on our way out, and the
nurse goes "Mom deserves a Big Mac or something after this...." I said
"Mom needs something, but she has to get up and go to work in the
morning."
I stayed the whole time, didn't get squeamish, didn't cry (god knows I wanted to) , and held him down explaining that they had to fix.
