Thursday, August 7, 2008

Backyard Scream...

Oh my...

After I got done posting about "Man's Best Friend" there was some drama going on in the neighborhood.

I heard my mom say something out in the living room, but couldn't tell exactly what because my fan is blowing on me and the washer and dryer are both running. Well, when I heard her rush into the laundry room I took notice. Something was not right about her swift movements, especially since the washer was behaving and not shaking like an earthquake at that moment. Well, I continued to watch the laundry room and door and when she came rushing out into my bathroom I heard something about screaming, dad, somebody hurt... Well I didn't know what that meant, but I quickly put my flip-flops on and rushed behind her to the workshop. Not before she reminded me to shut my bathroom light off that she had turned on. Are you kidding me?? All I'm going off of are the words screaming, dad, and somebody hurt. I even said "My light? What?" When she said "Turn your light off, come on!" I tell ya...

Anyway, so once I was sure we were back to saving every ounce of electricity I rushed after mom who was frantically running down the workshop stairs. It's a wonder she didn't fall and break something. Well once I was in earshot I did in fact hear screaming. Luckily they were not the manly screams of my dad (thank you Lord). They were the screams of a boy. A very freaked out little boy! I saw a boy, about 12, sitting on the ground precariously positioned with his left foot draped ovwer his right leg. My dad and his dad huddled around him. The boy was red-faced, screaming and had tears streaming down his face.

As I got closer I kneeled down to get a better look at his foot to which he was screaming, "I can't feel my foot! I can't feel my foot!" There is a reason why I will not be working in the ER. It's so hard to talk to people when they are so worked up. I felt so bad for him. My dad had a towel and a wet wash cloth on his foot (which my mom brought him) and he held it back to give me a peek. That's when my dad uttered the words... "This is Megan. She's a nurse. You'll be okay." ...... That kind of took me aback for a second. In my head I was kind of shocked. While he told him a half-truth, that will soon be a truth in 5 months.

Anyway...that did not seem to console the boy. He looked at me with wide frightened blue eyes, but he was still screaming. He was hysterical, so I was just working on calming him down. He wasn't having any of that. Dad was doing a good job of wrapping his foot. You can tell he is an ex-farmboy. He must have hurt himself a dozen or more times not to mention he had 5 brothers. He was calm and he had it taken care of. I wasn't worried.

It took a little bit, but I guess the story was they were chasing a dog that had gotten away and I don't think anyone had shoes on. Hence the gash in the bottom of his foot. All I had to do was take one look (it was not pretty) at that little boy's foot to tell he would be getting stitches at the very least. I probably shouldn't have even uttered the words because he screamed, "Stitches!?! No! No!"

Well his dad rushed off to get his car so they could take him to the hospital. My dad and his dad's girlfriend helped him hobble up the side of our house and we waited on the curb for his dad to pull their car around. Dad kept him distracted by asking him what his name was and what grade he was going into. I threw in, "You'll have one cool story to tell when you go back to school." The adults chuckled, I don't think he appreciated the comment so much at the time. I took another look at his foot which seemed to be slowing down in the bleeding department. There was something sticking out of his foot, but I don't quite know what it was. I'm pretty sure he didn't step on a rock like he said he did. I'm thinking it was more of a stick.

His dad pulled up a minute later and we loaded him in. Mission complete.

That isn't exactly how I planned to spend part of my night, but thankfully he was not more hurt than he was and thank God dad was out there to react quickly.

Be safe tonight and for goodness sake wear shoes outside!

Until.............................

3 comments:

blessedwith5 said...

Thanks for the great reminder to wear shoes outside. A few of my boys were playing on the playset without shoes. I told them not to go past me - where the construction stuff was behind me. From now on though - steel toed boots!

I hope the boy is o.k.

Hol said...

Ok you could have started the post by saying that dad was ok. I was reading rapidly to see what the heck happened. I thought Sydney bit the poor kid or something.

Jeanette said...

OK nurse lady. You will now have to give me CPR and get my heart started again. I thought your dad cut his leg off or something! Hope the kiddo is doing ok and heals up before school starts!

Hugs!