We got hit by sleet/ice last night. The temperature was 23F when I came
downstairs this morning (at least, that's what it was in Pflugerville
according to the Weatherbug). It's up to 26F now. So the driveway and my
car, and, oh yeah, at least the first mile of road out of here are covered
with ice. Not going anywhere.
Then sometime between 1:30 and 2, Sammy tripped and hit his forehead on the
box his alphabet blocks live in, and it cut him. Deep. About half an inch
long.
I'm not feeling great, someone brought a cold here and Sammy and I both got
it, but Dan is in *really* bad shape, bad enough to actually call in sick.
(For someone who's telecommuting, that's pretty sick. Means you can't just
sit there in front of the computer for a few hours.) He's been coughing
pretty badly at times.
Well, what with the bleeding and everything, I was about to panic, so I
called my very sick husband down to give me a hand. We applied pressure to
try to stop the bleeding; that took a little while. Then he called the
pediatrician's office.
No answer at the pediatrician's office. He was in hold hell for several
minutes and gave up.
So we called 911, but about all they could do was a) send out an ambulance,
and we didn't think it was serious enough to be possibly depriving someone
else a lot more needy of an ambulance, or b) call the hospital and speak to
a nurse there. Dan called the nurse.
After talking to the nurse, getting dressed, dosing himself with more cold
medication, bringing me some with which to dose myself, and getting me a
bit to eat (I'd been about to cook some lunch when Sammy tripped, and I was
getting hungry enough to be snapping at people), he rounded up some items
from the first aid kit and found the hydrogen peroxide. (Somewhere in the
laundry room, with the dog stuff, I'm sure; the primary use of hydrogen
peroxide around here has been to make dogs throw up when necessary.) He
diluted some peroxide in a bowl, and we proceeded to doctor Sammy's
forehead.
I held Sammy while Dan washed the wound with gauze pads dipped in the dilute
hydrogen peroxide, held Sammy while Dan flushed out the eye he'd
accidentally dribbled some into with saline solution, and then got to be the
doer when it came time to try to close up the wound with itty bitty strips
(at least in 1 direction) of adhesive tape and slap a band-aid over the
whole thing to help keep it clean. This did not go smoothly.
Actually, sometime between Dan getting dressed and our actually executing
the plan, the next door neighbor started driving out of the driveway, and
Dan went outside to watch the car to see how it did. The car made it out of
the subdivision, but Dan wasn't sure just how, and decided that we were
*not* going to risk it. (As I would have been the one dealing with the
driving, that was OK by me.)
So, for once Sammy got himself hurt on a weekday -- but the *wrong*
weekday. Sigh.
(And we're going to have to try to get him to the doctor's office tomorrow
morning to get it checked out anyway, and given the freezing drizzle
advisory that we're under through 10PM, I don't know how easy *that's* going
to be.)
Julia
tired mommy
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