A week of injuries

At this very moment, I am listening to Trent groan as he tries to get dressed to head to Sunday morning meetings.  Yesterday afternoon, as I was working on our new Little Flippers website (I do hope I can get it finished) Steven came running upstairs.  "Mom, dad has hurt himself.  You need to take him to the doctor.  He spurted blood all over me."  My initial reaction wasn't one of shock and dismay, but rather, "Here we go again."  You see, if Trent is working on the yard or a home repair project, you can pretty much guarantee that he will injure himself.  Not all of the injuries have required Instacare or ER visits, but a good portion have.

As I drove him to Instacare yesterday, we laughed about his previous antics.  The highlights include him putting a nail through his hand while building our chicken coop; taking part of his ear off while putting together some shelves for our storage room (13 stitches and me going in to shock as he was stitched up to put him back together that time).  Then there was the tumbling head over heels over the wheelbarrow as he ran pushing a "lazy man's load" at break neck speed where he hit a bump that sent him flying and did literally almost break his neck.

Not to mention the injuries from rugby.  I never did tell him to stop playing.  I just insisted early on playing a sport where he was frequently kicked in the head that we get disability insurance on him.  He quit a few years after that.

At a certain point in life, you begin to question whether you are too old for certain things.  For example, I asked myself that exact question this past Monday.   About the time I was heaving  my body over a blow up obstacle at Classic Skating and came down just as my 6 year olds foot was coming up and booting me in the eye, I was thinking, "I'm too old for this."  After spending the past week using purple and blue eye shadow to try and cover my first ever black eye, I'm thinking I may have experienced my last rodeo.  Who knows, my desire to prove to myself that I'm not that may still win out.

We spent a couple hours getting him stitched up.  He did go down to the bone and had to have internal stitches plus another 8 to close him up on the outside.