Facepalm Moment: Calling Paramedics for a Boo-Boo

[neversremedy8]

[UPDATED NOTE: FOR EASILY ALARMED READERS--ANA IS OK]

I was stretching before I sat down to write some more, and Ana danced around me. I gave her the task to point her toes when she kicked her feet up or took steps, no matter what she did as an exercise in paying attention to her body. She got tired of leaping about that way, and started doing spins, and ended up spinning right into a hard drive that was near the floor. It slashed open the tops of two twos and bruised a third.

One of the toes looked like it just got a pair of good cuts, but the pinky toe looked really deep and would not stop bleeding, even after the requisite five minutes of pressure. I tried again, and waited, to no avail, and called the paramedics, working to keep Ana calm. She actually said she wanted stitches if it came to that.

So, three minutes after the call, we hear what sounds like a firetruck pull up into the driveway and three burly guys with close-shaven heads came in, latex gloves and medical supplies at the ready. They talked to Ana, one of them getting our info, and then the examined it. The person on the phone reminded me of something I hadn't remembered: elevate the foot. I already had gotten her to the couch, and her foot was up. By the time Jeff--our main paramedic--pulled off the washcloth around her toes, they were already closing up.

No stitches needed. I apologized, but they said not to worry, better that I call, etc. *rolls eyes* I stood there and had to watch as Jeff put the Band-Aids on her toes, one at a time, and said she should be able to dance again by tomorrow. She's now propped up with ice and a Dilbert book, distracting herself from the extraordinary pain.

Oh, and Craig, don't worry, the hard drive won.

Comments

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

ai! drama!

[neversremedy.livejournal.com]

Interruptions! Done deliberately to prevent me from writing! Clearly ... it's all a plot to desroy my writing time. ;)

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

sacre bleu! the fiends!

[neversremedy.livejournal.com]

Not to worry! I cleverly outsmarted them. I finished just under 5,000 words on Eila in under an hour and a half. Fight that, conspirators!

[rubberduckgrrl.livejournal.com]

Wow. For a second there I stopped breathing.

I'm glad she is ok!

(And were the firefighters hot?!)

[neversremedy.livejournal.com]

So sorry! I put a warning up at the top now so that doesn't happen to anyone else. Yes, she's ok ... except for the pain, and she's milking it. She's on the couch, eating cheese crunchies, and reading cartoon anthologies. She'll be up for walking--and dancing--again by tomorrow.

[rubberduckgrrl.livejournal.com]

I remember a similar accident when I was a kid -- I was wearing flip flops and got caught under a metal screen door. I still have the Frankenscar. Fortunately it doesn't sound like Ana will have to deal with that -- yet she still gets the extra attention. I wish I had thought of that! :)

[eila.livejournal.com]

She already has battle scars ... one her forehead. 2006 was year of the head wound. Both of them occured in playgrounds when I wan't around to help her. The first one slashed horizontally across her head, requiring five or six stitches. The second was vertical, coming straight down from her hair line, but it only needed glue and a butterfly bandage. The first one still hurts her from time to time, especially if she's been tense a lot, since the split went deeper than the epidermis into the fascia. So, when it gets tight, I have to massage it and she makes whiny noises.

I have two scars on my face, as well. One from a plant falling across the bridge of my noise as an infant, it sliced my nose and it's still tinted green. The other is over my eyebrow, vertical, and was from me standing on the bench at the end of my parents' bed, holding up my plastic jelly bean jar up to the light. I was about three, and I fell back, the plastic shattered, and sliced my eyebrow. :P

I also still have a scar on my knee from running around in a carpeted room, trailing a rope behind me. I tripped over the rope, and the CARPET ripped a big, long gash into my knee. Then again, I have a lot of scars on my knees. ;)

[rubberduckgrrl.livejournal.com]

Easily alarmed readers? HAHAHAHA

It should say, updated 'cuz Lia was a dork. :)

[eila.livejournal.com]

Actual, you made me think of my mom and her reaction when she reads it. ^_^

[betsycontent.livejournal.com]

yep. very glad you put tht at the top. :) extra hugs to you both.

[betsycontent.livejournal.com]

2nd take . . . 5,000 words??? brilliant. :))))