What a crazy & fun weekend - each weekend seems it could have this label, but this weekend in particular was seriously crazy/fun.
Bryson returned home late last night from his business trip to Guatemala, so we woke up a little later than we wanted...but with enough time to get ready for church...and Bryson made pancakes and eggs for breakfast. We were running a tad late, so I finished up my breakfast quickly and turned on the computer to print out something for the Primary song I was to teach. I went over to the printer - I moved the glass piece that had survived a frame falling from a shelf this week...the wood had split, but the glass was in tact. Crazy - yes. I should have taken that as a sign! I had saved the glass as it actually fits in another frame that had fallen last year....but the glass on that one had broken and the wood had stayed intact. A merging of the frames seemed a natural choice - but I hadn't the time right then to pop in the glass, so I just laid it on the copier.
As I came over to plug in the computer, I moved the glass piece over to a chair right by the bookshelf. I went to reach down to turn on the copier, and felt a huge burn and pain in my right arm. I looked down & that's when I realized....that was the most stupidest place I had chosen to put the glass! I had just sliced my arm open - a fairly big gash - and was trying to stay calm but at the same time was a bit panicked as the blood was starting to come out & of all days - I had chosen to wear my white skirt. Murphy's Law one might say - but the amazing part is that not speck of blood ever got on my clothes....Bryson and I worked as a team and did our best to pull the skin together and put some adhesive tape on. Poor guy - he had just gotten out of the shower when he heard me gasp and I called out that something was not right! I walked down the hall and showed him the wound & I told him that I thought maybe we could just get a butterfly bandage & pull it together. He looked at the arm and told me that I would probably need stitches. At this point, my brain started to race & I was thinking of the kids, our schedule for church and how we could make this all work.
While we were taping my arm, I asked Madeleine to bring me my phone, and dialed our friends who were going to ride to church with us. They are the couple that lives on the island and watched the kiddos for us for our pre-anniversary trip and Dana (the wife) went to the gardens with us last week. I called and couldn't get through, but left a message that an emergency had come up and to call me...quickly! I was then taped up, and I moved out to the living/eating room - we had needed to write up Jacob's talk, I needed to call the other chorister in Primary and ask her to lead today as well, and then still figure out the kiddos situation. I did not want to take them with us to go and get stitches!
I called another family on the island - they are here this year for the husband's rotation in some specials for Orthopedic care. He is actually the nice person who helped move my toe back into place after I dislocated it last fall...yes, I am a klutz. Bryson and I talked about that today, and besides having me live in a bubble - not quite sure what to do about the fact that I get hurt rather frequently. It's almost as if I am back to being a gangly girl who is getting used to longer limbs and feet and not sure how my body works...I seem to get hurt weekly! Not to this extent - but I have got to take my time so I don't get hurt so much!
Anyway, the wife said her husband was in the hospital working for a few hours, otherwise he could have stitched me up at their place, as she thought they had everything we would need to do stitches. I had just called to see if he could give his opinion on whether I needed stitches or a butterfly bandage...I kept holding out hope that this might actually be an option! She said that she'd call her husband and see if he could give me a call to take over the wound and see where things were.
We finally heard back from Dana and her husband, and they were happy to come and get the kiddos and off they went to church, while we found out it would be necessary for me to go in to an InstaCare and get stitches. Bryson found one that was over on the East Side, so we went out and got the car and drove over and thankfully there wasn't a crazy long wait. My arm was hurting, and it was hard to hold it together to keep the pressure there so that it wouldn't start bleeding all over. We were called back and the Dr. told me that since I didn't have a current tetanus shot, that I would need to really watch the wound and be sure that it was healing without any infection. He also took my arm and just ran it under water to clean out the wound, which was the absolute worst part of the entire process! The Dr. told me that he didn't think that some shots were needed, and we had a little side-conversation about vaccinations, shots, and choices. It helped me feel better about our choice, and that those in the medical field were also keeping eyes open to the situation and that choice was important to have in any situation.
After I was stitched up, we drove home, and I settled in for the afternoon. My arm was sore and the pain was starting to really set in. The kiddos came back from church, and we had a laid-back time together for the rest of the day. I will have the memory of this Mother's Day forever - all I'll need to do is look down at my arm to remember the crazy events of this day!
*not one picture of the arm - before or after! There are certain things I don't think to take pictures of in the moment....wounds are on that list, but now I wish I had some pictures of it all!
Bryson returned home late last night from his business trip to Guatemala, so we woke up a little later than we wanted...but with enough time to get ready for church...and Bryson made pancakes and eggs for breakfast. We were running a tad late, so I finished up my breakfast quickly and turned on the computer to print out something for the Primary song I was to teach. I went over to the printer - I moved the glass piece that had survived a frame falling from a shelf this week...the wood had split, but the glass was in tact. Crazy - yes. I should have taken that as a sign! I had saved the glass as it actually fits in another frame that had fallen last year....but the glass on that one had broken and the wood had stayed intact. A merging of the frames seemed a natural choice - but I hadn't the time right then to pop in the glass, so I just laid it on the copier.
As I came over to plug in the computer, I moved the glass piece over to a chair right by the bookshelf. I went to reach down to turn on the copier, and felt a huge burn and pain in my right arm. I looked down & that's when I realized....that was the most stupidest place I had chosen to put the glass! I had just sliced my arm open - a fairly big gash - and was trying to stay calm but at the same time was a bit panicked as the blood was starting to come out & of all days - I had chosen to wear my white skirt. Murphy's Law one might say - but the amazing part is that not speck of blood ever got on my clothes....Bryson and I worked as a team and did our best to pull the skin together and put some adhesive tape on. Poor guy - he had just gotten out of the shower when he heard me gasp and I called out that something was not right! I walked down the hall and showed him the wound & I told him that I thought maybe we could just get a butterfly bandage & pull it together. He looked at the arm and told me that I would probably need stitches. At this point, my brain started to race & I was thinking of the kids, our schedule for church and how we could make this all work.
While we were taping my arm, I asked Madeleine to bring me my phone, and dialed our friends who were going to ride to church with us. They are the couple that lives on the island and watched the kiddos for us for our pre-anniversary trip and Dana (the wife) went to the gardens with us last week. I called and couldn't get through, but left a message that an emergency had come up and to call me...quickly! I was then taped up, and I moved out to the living/eating room - we had needed to write up Jacob's talk, I needed to call the other chorister in Primary and ask her to lead today as well, and then still figure out the kiddos situation. I did not want to take them with us to go and get stitches!
I called another family on the island - they are here this year for the husband's rotation in some specials for Orthopedic care. He is actually the nice person who helped move my toe back into place after I dislocated it last fall...yes, I am a klutz. Bryson and I talked about that today, and besides having me live in a bubble - not quite sure what to do about the fact that I get hurt rather frequently. It's almost as if I am back to being a gangly girl who is getting used to longer limbs and feet and not sure how my body works...I seem to get hurt weekly! Not to this extent - but I have got to take my time so I don't get hurt so much!
Anyway, the wife said her husband was in the hospital working for a few hours, otherwise he could have stitched me up at their place, as she thought they had everything we would need to do stitches. I had just called to see if he could give his opinion on whether I needed stitches or a butterfly bandage...I kept holding out hope that this might actually be an option! She said that she'd call her husband and see if he could give me a call to take over the wound and see where things were.
We finally heard back from Dana and her husband, and they were happy to come and get the kiddos and off they went to church, while we found out it would be necessary for me to go in to an InstaCare and get stitches. Bryson found one that was over on the East Side, so we went out and got the car and drove over and thankfully there wasn't a crazy long wait. My arm was hurting, and it was hard to hold it together to keep the pressure there so that it wouldn't start bleeding all over. We were called back and the Dr. told me that since I didn't have a current tetanus shot, that I would need to really watch the wound and be sure that it was healing without any infection. He also took my arm and just ran it under water to clean out the wound, which was the absolute worst part of the entire process! The Dr. told me that he didn't think that some shots were needed, and we had a little side-conversation about vaccinations, shots, and choices. It helped me feel better about our choice, and that those in the medical field were also keeping eyes open to the situation and that choice was important to have in any situation.
After I was stitched up, we drove home, and I settled in for the afternoon. My arm was sore and the pain was starting to really set in. The kiddos came back from church, and we had a laid-back time together for the rest of the day. I will have the memory of this Mother's Day forever - all I'll need to do is look down at my arm to remember the crazy events of this day!
*not one picture of the arm - before or after! There are certain things I don't think to take pictures of in the moment....wounds are on that list, but now I wish I had some pictures of it all!
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