Thursday, May 24, 2007
Blood and breathing...
Life is never dull at my house. Coming home Wednesday was apparently not the brightest thing I’ve ever done.
Trying to walk up my back stairs from the carport, I thought I’d carry all my grocery bags, unlock the door and avoid five cats twisting around my feet. I might have managed, if I hadn’t started coughing like mad — sinus and allergy season you know. While coughing and trying not to fall, I managed to severely strain the muscles over my ribs on my right side. It’s amazing how often you use muscles over your ribs. I certainly never dreamed I used them so much.
I’m now walking like the Hunchback of Notre Dame and gasping for breath every time I move wrong. All this is important in the next part of the story — which involved my youngest granddaughter — she played in the mud Saturday afternoon and came in literally covered. She didn’t mention to anyone that she had gone into the bathroom and rinsed off this massive coating of mud into the bathtub.
When it came time for Gremlin’s shower (she spent the night with us), the tub was coated in mud, grass, etc.
While peppering the air around me with “dirty” remarks, I tried to lean over and wipe some of the mud out. Instant horrible pain in my ribs. So, being the bright person I am, I thought I’d get on my knees and clean it out.
That was so wrong! The aforementioned Gremlin had to run and get her uncle. Soon, my son is standing at the bathroom door asking if I’m decent and in panic mode himself (he could hear me trying to breathe and moaning piteously). While I was crawling out of the bathroom and he was cleaning the mud out of the tub for me, Gremlin managed to slice her big toe wide open on a broken flower pot hiding in the corner.
Now, I still can’t get upright or breathe so I told her to crawl over the bed to me and while waiting on someone to come help us, I’m holding Gremlin’s foot, which is bleeding into my cupped hands (and all over my comforter).
Her mom is an RN in the recovery room at LeBonheur Children’s Hospital in Memphis and Pop, her father, is convinced she’s still 12, so he was taking care of the toe instead of Mom. Mom was getting really hot at this so we had considerable mayhem and madness for a bit, with aforementioned Gremlin almost going into shock from blood loss and sheer terror.
After a shower and a Benadryl, Mom was able to get the toe properly bandaged. The toe is sliced from the tip to the bottom of the toe and into the ball of her foot.
Me? I’m sitting in here at my computer breathing shallowly and gasping and moaning only every now and again.
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