They Kept Me In Stitches

When I woke up last Thursday, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Just a plain old regular Thursday. Nothing made me say, "Hmmm, I think today feels like a stitches day". But let me tell ya. It turned out to be a pretty good day for getting stitched up.

My brother Sam went over to my new house to help work on it. I had him busy, up on a ladder scraping away at a beam that I needed clean so I could paint it. He sat the scraper on top of the ladder and climbed down. He went to move the ladder a while later and forgot that the scraper was sitting on top. It fell and cut a huge gash in his chin. I took one look at it and knew it was going to need stitches. I got in the car and drove him to the ER to get fixed up. He had to have seven stitches.

A few hours later, we were all exhausted and at my mothers house getting ready for bed. I took Addy in her room and when I turned my back to get her PJ's out, she took off out the door. She really was in no mood to go to bed. She didn't get very far before I heard a thunk and then she started crying. I went out of her room to pick her up. She was still down on her hands and knees and her back was too me. I picked her up and was loving her all better. I still hadn't seen her face at this point. I laid her down to change her clothes and that is when I saw that her entire face was covered in blood. She had a huge gash on her forehead. Apparently when she fell, she fell and hit her noggin on the corner baseboard. So Steve and I raced off to the hospital and my sweet little Addy had to have seven stitches also.

Her visit took a LOT longer than Sam's. When I took Sam we were only there for an hour. Apparently everyone gets hurt at night for some reason and they were much busier the second time around. We were there about three hours. I hated the part when they were sewing her up because they had to wrap her up in a sheet to restrain her. I am sure she will now be afflicted with claustrophobia for the rest of her life. She had the same nurse and doctor as Sam did. Luckily they didn't call the police or psych on me for brother/child abuse. They did, however, call the police and psych for the crazy lady across the hall. Yeah, at least we had some entertainment while we were waiting.

Out of the seven stitches, she now has four left. I don't know if she has picked them out or if they come out when she plays or sleeps and rubs her head against something. Hopefully the last four will hold long enough to get the job done.

Anyhoo, I have pretty much had my fill of the ER for the time being. Except for the ER on NBC, of course, which I kinda missed last week due to the fact that I was experiencing my own real life ER. Only this one wasn't as exciting. I am making everyone be extra careful in everything they do now. Hopefully we can avoid a return trip to the ER for a while.