Last night Leif had his first ER visit. My wife took the kids up to the community center to swim. Apparently Leif was jumping into the pool and hit his head on a giant plastic turtle.
I got a call to meet her at the ER, but she was too stressed, understandably, to tell me what was going on. I got there so quickly, I actually beat them to the ER and was briefly very confused.
Once he got there he ended up getting 10 stitches in his head. Getting the local was a bit traumatic, but the stitches were no problem. He questioned the doctor about what he was doing and commented several times that it was all very relaxing.
He got some ice cream afterwords and now is looking forward to showing his classmates. He also wondered if he looked like Frankenstein. Leif asked the doctor who gave Frankenstein his stitches and the doctor told him it was Dr. Frankenstein. I refrained from saying, "No, it's Fronkensteen".
Yikes, Leif! Although, he's made it a good long while without an ER trip...
Perkins, you want to meet me in the Non-Fiction thread?
Leif asked the doctor who gave Frankenstein his stitches and the doctor told him it was Dr. Frankenstein. I refrained from saying, "No, it's Fronkensteen".
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Poor Leif! But it sounds like he came through like a champ.
Interesting article in the Globe this morning on Phineas Gage, who survived getting an iron bar through his head: [link]
::loves Gud::
Poor Leif! But it sounds like he came through like a champ.
What Amy said.
I also now have an invalid in the house for the next five days. Last week Lewis wound up in the ER while I was in D.C.-- he did something to his wrist/thumb and was diagnosed with tenosynovitis. He was given a lovely thumb splint and a prescription for heavy duty ibuprofen and told to rest it. Did he? Noooooo. He went back to work the next day, plus worked a fourteen hour shift on Saturday. Also worked Monday and Tuesday. Needless to say, he's not feeling better and has finally given in and taken the sick time he should have taken. Although, to be fair to him, I get that he didn't realize just how many little ways he uses his hands at work, from opening and closing cases to occasional computer use to pulling shrink wrap and tape off packages (which, oddly, is what hurts him the most).
So he's home and pretty much bored out of his skull, since he can't play on the computer or even browse much. Even reading a book or magazine is problematic, since just turning the pages is an exercise in pain and frustration. Almost makes one wish for an e-reader, except I refuse to give in to the evil overlords that way. So I may just take him to a movie this afternoon.
Or kill him. Whichever comes first.
Poor Lewis. And poor Barb! A bored and restless patient is not a fun patient.
It may be worth it to learn to mouse with his off hand -- just playing slow moving games at first, but he may see a rapid improvement if he keeps at it. Tho', he'll want to keep his bad hand/arm in a sling to keep from involuntarily moving it....
A bored and restless patient is not a fun patient.
Eh. I'm very caring and solicitous up to a point. Then, I become heartless. He knows if he whines too much (which he really doesn't, to his credit) I will merely look at him with a complete lack of sympathy and say something to the effect of, "Wah. Whine however much you like, just don't do it around me for really, I don't care."
Florence Nightingale I ain't.
I hope Lewis recovers soon.
