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Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Third time a charm? Sunday
afternoon I took daughter Dana to the emergency room to have her face
stitched up. She’s had a broken face many times and stitches three
times. The first time, as a senior in high school, our cat Hobbs
jumped on her and scared her into cracking her eyebrow open on the fish
tank. Dr. Hammack stitched that up beautifully and we avoided the
emergency room trip. She has been whacked across
the nose and had it broken many times, beginning when she was a small
child and accidentally pushed off the top of a fence (don’t ask, she
was/is a tomboy). The first time I had to carry
her to the emergency room, we’d been out in our late neighbors’ Tommy
and Clyde Williams’ pasture, playing with the horses. We were on our
way out of the pasture and standing at the gate when the extremely
heavy crossbar over the gate crashed down, smashing Dana in the head
and knocking her face into the metal gate. Mrs. Williams, frail and tiny, about 75 years old, had to help her get the bar off. I just stood there, apparently in shock. That
trip to the ER required several stitches on the inside of her bottom
lip. She was skinned up and her face was really swollen. Sunday,
Dana and youngest daughter Remy were out in the back field working on
installing more electric horse fence. Dana had just discovered the joys
of a grounding rod for the fence and was putting a second one in the
ground. I, thankfully, do not know how to pound a grounding rod or
fence post into the ground. I do not want to learn, especially now. But
something wrong happened and I looked up from a book as she walked
across the living room with her face bleeding and muttering quietly –
“I need to go to the emergency room.” I discovered later that she was
muttering quietly because her mouth had taken the brunt of the blow and
she couldn’t open it. She is now sporting two
stitches in her split upper lip – and two stitches on the inside of her
bottom lip – I’m thinking pretty close to where the first stitches were
when the fence whacked her. She’s sporting a black eye, black chin,
swollen half of her face and is cranky. I cannot imagine why – it’s not
like her face must be really hurting or anything. This
is the third time she’s had stitches in her face. And frankly, I’m
getting too old for this! I’m hoping, for her sake and mine, that the
third time is a charm and we won’t have to race to the ER again with
her face broken and bleeding!
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