Saturday, February 18, 2012

In the Words of Sheldon the Great...

"What kind of fresh hell is this?"

Leave it up to my Baby Boy to feel the need to learn this lesson the hard way.

I had warned him, but....

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We got home from a blissful night out on the town.
Julien was in the process of sharpening one of his knives, so before I stepped into the shower, I gently reminded him of the safety rules relating to knife sharpening.

I got out of the shower, had just sat Addie on my bed, all snuggled in her pajamas and ready for bed, when I hear the dreaded, 

"Ooooohhhhhh Mom, Oh no....MOM!!!!!!!"
I grabbed Addie, walked into Julien's room and when I saw him holding his hand in a towel, I turned around, took Addie back in our room with Chris and went back to check on Julien.
There was blood everywhere...the floor (carpet - great!) and all over Julien.
I looked at his finger, wrapped his hand tighter, went back to my room, threw on some clothes and made sure that Julien was ready to go.

As we were pulling out of the garage I asked Julien why on earth he couldn't have sliced his finger open while I was still dressed with make-up on instead of me being thrown together with wet hair and no make-up - CRAP!

When we walked into the E.R., the lady was nice enough to tell us that there was going to be "a wait"...like I had other options at 9:30 at night.

Since Julien was bleeding, we didn't have a long wait in the fungus incrusted waiting room, but the wait itself was incredibly obnoxious and I knew I couldn't get out of this one with just a band-aid and pain meds.

Julien did great, but was understandably nervous about the upcoming shot to numb his finger.
Just as we heard someone in a nearby room start to vomit uncontrollably, the PA walked in to patch Julien up.
I thanked him profusely.



Eight brutal shots of lidocaine later, life was better.


After 4 hours and 3 minutes, we left with one tetanus shot, five stitches, a weeks supply of oral antibiotics and a clearer understanding that not every lesson in life has to be learned the hard way.

7 comments:

Ms. Amy said...

Looking at Julien's cut, the ever-insightful Penny would say, 'Holy crap on a cracker!' LOL Glad he's OK :)

BobbyTSkizoke said...

Hopefully next time he will pay more attention.

Or you could ground him from knives one year per stitch?

;)

Aunt Nonna (Rhonda) said...

Could have been much worse! Hopefully he'll remember this everytime he picks up a knife.

Jenn said...

Aunt Nonna...when I first looked at his finger when he unwrapped it, for just a brief second, I thought his finger was dangling by a piece of skin! It took a second for it to register that his finger was still attached. :)
Yes...it could have been so much worse!

Aunt Nonna (Rhonda) said...

OMG! Our mother would have flipped out. Good thing it didn't happen on her watch. :-)

Anonymous said...

Glad he is alright! One day, it will be his badge of honor.

On another note, I immediately noticed how well-manicured his fingernails are for a knife-weilding teenager. You are clearly doing something right! :)

Suzanne

Nicole said...

Awww man! Oh well, every boy needs a cool battle scar! (even if it did cost his mother 4 grueling hours in the ER!)