Thursday, August 9, 2012
Close to Nowhere
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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