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feastie -> RE: Things I cannot deal with. . . (5/20/2006 5:59:39 AM)
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Well, we haven't had an eyeball thing around here, but a couple of months ago, my 13-year-old nephew and my ten-year-old son were outside riding bikes. He'd stayed the night and it was early still, around 8:00 a.m., when he came limping to the house. My nephew is a big boy, he's taller than I am, and he's hefty. He is overweight, but not to the point of obesity, he's just a BIG kid. At any rate, he comes limping to the house. He comes inside and I asked him if he'd fallen off his bike (it was new). He said yes and showed me the palm of his hand, that had been skinned. I yelled at my daughter to get the bandaids and some bactine or neosporin or something. He sat down in the chair and I noticed that his pants had a little blood on them. I asked if he'd skinned his knee too and he said yeah...so I had him pull up his pants leg so I could have a look.
There was a 5 inch gash all the way to the bone in his flesh, just below his knee. It wasn't bleeding much, but I cannot get the sight of his torn flesh out of my mind. He started crying and asking if "they" were going to cut his leg off...I reassured him "they" wouldn't. Then he cried harder and apologized for cutting his own leg off...
Since he suffers some fairly intense emotional problems, we felt it best that we call an ambulance to transport him to the hospital. The EMT came in and looked rather shocked at what he saw, then explained to him that he was just going to cover the wound and that it wouldn't hurt. Then they'd load him on the stretcher and take him to the hospital. Grandma collected all his meds (there are SEVERAL) and rode with him.
They knocked him out, stitched him up and sent him home.
I couldn't sleep that night, because I kept seeing that wound in my head.
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