Growing up I had a few accidents that required me to get some stitches. From 2 years old onward, I was either being dropped (thanks sis), being pushed into a fireplace (my brothers this time), cushioning my fathers fall in a four-wheeling accident, skin grafting in my mouth thanks to heredity, or having fiber build ups removed (also hereditary) which all required stitches. I would just like to point out that none of these incidents was my fault, and I am sure that my sister Mindi would also like me to point out that none of them were her fault either. Anyway, all of these incidents added up to approximately 54 stitches. Well, being the only one in the family to ever get stitches, I was pretty proud of this, until a few years ago when my brother called me and informed me that he had beaten my record in one fell swoop with the help of a skill saw. He not only beat the record, he received so many that the doctors could even keep count. With a 6 inch wide, and 2 inches deep cut, he nearly killed himself in an attempt to beat my record. (I have been debating on putting a picture of his injury here, but it might cause some to throw up so I won't, if you want to see it, let me know and I will send it to you.) Well, now I have a son of my own, who it seems is getting in on the action. As you will see below, Crew had to get some stitches the other day when he fell off a chair and hit his head on my chair on the way down. We were at a sweet sixteen party for one of Erika's young women when it happened, and there was a crowd of about 300 people gawking as I ran to the bathroom with Crew in my hands bleeding all over the place. After we got him cleaned up we took him to the hospital where he received 5 stitches. And just like his father, he didn't even cry when he got the stitches. I say he was like me because when I was young I had to get 22 stitches in the exact same place as Crew did, and I did not cry either. Needless to say, the doctor and nurse where very impressed with Crew. They said that they normally cringe when they hear that a 3 year old is in for stitches, but Crew was perfect patient. Now Crew goes around telling everyone that he broke his head, but the doctors fixed him. What a cute kid.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Like Father Like Son - Let the stitches tally begin!
Growing up I had a few accidents that required me to get some stitches. From 2 years old onward, I was either being dropped (thanks sis), being pushed into a fireplace (my brothers this time), cushioning my fathers fall in a four-wheeling accident, skin grafting in my mouth thanks to heredity, or having fiber build ups removed (also hereditary) which all required stitches. I would just like to point out that none of these incidents was my fault, and I am sure that my sister Mindi would also like me to point out that none of them were her fault either. Anyway, all of these incidents added up to approximately 54 stitches. Well, being the only one in the family to ever get stitches, I was pretty proud of this, until a few years ago when my brother called me and informed me that he had beaten my record in one fell swoop with the help of a skill saw. He not only beat the record, he received so many that the doctors could even keep count. With a 6 inch wide, and 2 inches deep cut, he nearly killed himself in an attempt to beat my record. (I have been debating on putting a picture of his injury here, but it might cause some to throw up so I won't, if you want to see it, let me know and I will send it to you.) Well, now I have a son of my own, who it seems is getting in on the action. As you will see below, Crew had to get some stitches the other day when he fell off a chair and hit his head on my chair on the way down. We were at a sweet sixteen party for one of Erika's young women when it happened, and there was a crowd of about 300 people gawking as I ran to the bathroom with Crew in my hands bleeding all over the place. After we got him cleaned up we took him to the hospital where he received 5 stitches. And just like his father, he didn't even cry when he got the stitches. I say he was like me because when I was young I had to get 22 stitches in the exact same place as Crew did, and I did not cry either. Needless to say, the doctor and nurse where very impressed with Crew. They said that they normally cringe when they hear that a 3 year old is in for stitches, but Crew was perfect patient. Now Crew goes around telling everyone that he broke his head, but the doctors fixed him. What a cute kid.
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Just for the record I had 10 stitches before I tried to see how close I could come to my femoral artery with a skill saw (which was within an inch). I'm well over a hundred now, and that doesn't include my appendix or my adenoids.
Being a nurse in my past life, I don't get queezy when it comes to blood and stitches, etc., however when I saw Crew with his head-knocker and stitches...my stomach turned over with grief. I guess it's different when the injured patient is my sweet little grandson.
Give him a hug and kiss from Nana and Papa.
We love you Crewbie!!!
Having been a nurse in my past life, I don't get too queezy when it comes to blood and stitches, etc., however when I saw Crew with his head-knocker and fresh stitches...my stomach turned over with grief. I guess it's different when the injured victim is our sweet little grandson.
Give him a hug and kiss from Nana and Papa O.
.......We love you Crewbie!!!
Just for the record...you were not the only one in the family to have stitches. I had 5 in my head, same place as crew, when I was 3 and 8 in my lip when I was 8 (thanks to kit). Then I had 25 in my finger when I was 22. We Nordfelt's must be accident prone!
Poor little Crew. Give him a big kiss for me.
If both of you would have just gotten out of my way you wouldn't have been hurt.
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