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Because My Life Lacks Excitement

5 Jun

Actually that is sarcasm in that title, just in case you were wondering. I work in a community for folks with dementia/Alzheimer’s, trust me when I tell you we have all the excitement one can handle some days. Yesterday wasn’t lively enough I suppose so I had to make my own.

After a great shift with my work bestie I was looking forward to coming home and making my healthy dinner. Sunday I had made spaghetti squash bake and it was amazing. It makes enough for two so I had put half away for tonight and was going to have a wonderful, large salad. I had on my oldest pair of faded, falling apart jeans and a black t-shirt…my “I’m not seeing another human being not related to me” go-to outfit. I grabbed the romaine lettuce, radishes, cauliflower, the cutting board and this huge knife.

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The culprit

I’m no chef and cooking is more necessity than anything else for me, but I’m not stupid, knives are sharp. But I should never be permitted to use sharp objects without adult supervision and appropriate safety gear. I lacked both but I love living on the edge. On the first cut into the lettuce I also managed to cut into my left thumb. Through the side, through the nail and flesh and even across the nail bed. *face palm* The second I did it I dropped the knife and might have said a bad word…or two. The flesh parted like the red sea when Moses raised his staff, and for a brief second or two it was kind cool seeing how deep I’d managed to go, and then the blood.

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In the ER after the bleeding was under control

 

Oh so much blood! And more bad words. I grabbed paper towels, squeezed it and I started to say “hey mom I think I need to go to…” and realized mom isn’t here anymore. I ran down to my sister’s apartment (she is a RN). “Oh yes, that is going to need stitches” she informs me. UGH, of course it does. Tossing the salad makings in the fridge and cleaning up my self made make-believe crime scene, and off to the hospital. We have some satellite campuses now so I went to one rather than drive all the way to the big hospital.

By the time I was there most of the heavy bleeding was under control, and the flap of flesh was now laying nicely in place, but it needed cleaning. Also seems I needed to get a tetanus shot. This day just kept improving. Thankfully it was a SLOW day in the ER. I got lots of undesired attention. After a thorough cleaning…twice for good measure, the doc who had told me of using super glue on patients in Kenya, and that she doesn’t like using glue because infection cannot get out should it get infected…decided against the few stitches. Seems in my line of work, despite wearing gloves and washing my hands like I get paid extra to do so, glue was going to be the better option because it would keep things out of the wound as well. So one more very thorough cleaning, then squeezing that puppy hard for a while to remove any and all possible moisture, and she grabbed the medical glue and sealed this baby up tight. Y’all, that medical glue is a bear! At first it is pretty awesome as it is applied, and about 30-60 seconds in begins to burn like you are holding the thumb in a fire. HOLY CRAP! That thankfully only lasts about 60 seconds but then needles to numb would have hurt worse so I’m good.

After that circus I came home and ate the left over spaghetti squash bake and read a good book, hung with my sister, turned down a ridiculously low ball offer on the house (less that what we owe and 40K less that we paid for the house) and called it a day.

I’m not supposed to get this wet for 24 hours so thankfully I have a large handful of gloves and some rubber bands. I also got my shift covered at work so I’m home today. Not much pain to speak of this morning, guess that glue burned off the nerve endings because DANG!

 

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Day 8 – A Photo That Makes Me Angry/Sad

18 Dec

All About Me In 30 Days – Day 8

Today’s photo could be one that makes me angry or sad.  I went through the countless photos I have looking for ones that brought either reaction.  Oddly enough none really made me angry, but a number of them made me just a little sad.  Oh I smile when I see them, but my heart is a little blue when I think about them.  And once again there are many as opposed to one, I can never pick just one of anything so I’ll share a few and the story behind them.

If you click them you can see each full size.

This photo was taken after we returned from the emergency room.  This is my son sporting these lovely injuries.  His top two middle teeth are broken off leaving behind roughly 1/3 of one and 1/4 of the other though he refused to smile.  Thankfully the next morning was a Friday and our dentist spent several long hours rebuilding them and when it was all said and done no one would ever know. There are about 6 stitches in his chin, 2 broken arms (the swelling had to go down before they could cast them) and enough abrasions to make it in the running for ‘Road Rash Poster Child’ of that year.  He flipped his bike when his sister stopped suddenly in front of him.  Up until this time he had never been seriously injured (his guardian angels worked in tag teams thankfully).  He is 12 here and it always makes me a little sad when I see it because he was in a lot of pain and no mama wants to see their child suffering.

This is a photo of my daughter (far right) and her 3 friends (left to right: Jackalyn, Jenna and Rebecca).  My daughter is about 14 in this photo, her friends a bit younger.  I referred to them as my daughter and the impostor  daughters 1, 2 and 3,  because they all called me mom.  This group would spend the night on the weekends and never sleep, but the laughter and giggles would go on the entire time.  I loved those times, I’d laugh listening to them all laughing.  I get a little sad because they are all growing up (my baby is 20 now) and the fearsome foursome no longer are friends.  I miss those days a lot at times.

This photo of my daughter and Jenna makes me very sad.  For years Jenna was a nearly constant weekend presence in our home and in summer sometimes days on end.  And she is hilarious, her sense of humor is rich and free flowing.  She and Liesl would be laughing non-stop and again, the giggles were contagious and kept us laughing.  Jenna referred to my husband, Pete, as Stevie though there was never any explanation for that.  Something went wrong between the two about 2 years ago and they stopped talking.  It broke my heart to see Jenna longing for my daughter’s forgiveness and friendship, something that never has come about.  I always pray this will some day be forgotten and the two will become friends again.

These two photos make me smile, laugh, and get a little sad all at the same time.  From left to right is my brother, Mike (#3 in birth order), me, my sister, Jeannette (#4, aka: Diva Boo), and my brother, George (#2, aka: Yatz).  This was a number of years back, about 5 now I’m thinking.  It makes me smile because I dearly love my siblings and most of the time we have a lot of laughs together, like in the photos.   It also makes me sad that we do not get to spend as much time together as I would like, with everyone having jobs, kids to raise, a lives to live.

The writing prompts for photos are always fun, I  love walking down memory lane every once in a while, it makes me appreciate the blessings in my life, and of those I have many!

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