"Horn, John" wrote:
>
> > From: Julia Thompson [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> >
> > 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.
>
> Those head wounds are the worst. They just bleed and bleed like crazy.
> Andrew had one of those while we were on a trip to Michigan a couple of
> years ago.
>
> I hope Sammy is doing better today!
He is.
After 45 minutes of car-clearing (starting with starting the car to warm
things up so the ice would be easier to break) and getting the car out of
the driveway (OK, that was less than 5, but it was really nerve-wracking in
certain bits), I took Sammy to the doctor. It would usually take about 30
minutes to get there, maybe 25 if traffic were light, but between having to
take a different route because I wanted to stay on roads more likely to be
sanded where they needed it and it being slow going, it took about an hour
to get there.
A nurse took a quick look at the job we'd done on the cut, and said it
looked good, and the doctor, when he had the chance to examine it, said we'd
done a great job, and that we should keep the tape we'd put on him on until
Saturday or so, and then remove it very carefully, using warm soapy water.
What with the relief of the drive being over and actually being someplace
where someone who knew what they were doing could take a look at him, I
started crying in the doctor's office.
Since Sammy has a cold and I indicated I'd given him something for it that
morning, the doctor checked him over for that briefly, but Sammy seemed to
be doing OK with it, and the doctor reinforced my attitude that you don't
want to overdrug a kid. (For one thing, if he gets too much Dimetapp in his
sytem, he gets a bit hyper, and I don't want to have to deal with that!) If
his nose hadn't been so horribly runny overnight, I wouldn't have given him
anything this morning, but it had been.
So he's fine, aside from the cold (and he has it least of all of us) and the
wound we'll need to work to keep clean for awhile.
After that, it was 12:30, and we were both getting hungry, so I figured we'd
go to IHOP as a treat. Sammy ended up throwing more on the floor than he
ate, and wanting *my* food. What's put in front of Mama is clearly superior
to what's put in front of anyone else, sigh....
Then we did some grocery shopping. He'd fallen asleep for the trip to the
doctor (hey, it was 11AM and he was in a moving car for awhile, that's what
often happens then), and then he fell asleep on the way to the grocery
store. Usually he'll wake up when I put him in a shopping cart, but he
stayed asleep. I used the little safety belt on the cart, and that kept him
from pitching into the handle headfirst, which wouldn't have been the nicest
thing to have happen. He woke up when we got back outside in the cold, and
was extremely unhappy about it.
He's been awake and clingy since we got home, which is about par for after a
visit to the doctor's office. (He really, really hates being in the
doctor's office. He doesn't trust the doctor, either. I'm hoping that
changes in the next couple of years.)
Julia
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