Fun with ER....
Jon did it again. This time, it was his right index knuckle, with a broken pint glass, while doing dishes. Five stitches.
At least this time he behaved himself, listened to me and let me take him to the ER.
Started off with me cooking on Saturday night and brunch on Sunday morning. Both times he said he would do the dishes and didn't. So I nagged him about it. Finally at 3pm on Sunday he started washing the dishes while I went about vacuuming the house.
Then I heard "HELP!!!" from the kitchen.
I ran as quickly as my little legs would take me. Ran in screaming "what happened?!"
Jon was at the sink, I could see the broken glass in there, and he raised his hand to show me.
There was blood. lots of it. I felt faint, swallowed and my brain kicked in. I turned on the tap and stuck his hand underneath the water flow to clear some of the blood away so I can see the damage. There was a crescent shaped cut about 1 inch long. blood oozed out quickly. So I grabbed paper towel, folded it and pressed it over cut. "Put pressure on this while I go get the kit" and ran upstairs.
I got annoyed because Jon had taken stuff out of my first aid kit without putting things back. So it took me longer to locate all the things. By the time I got back to Jon, he had made his way to bathroom.
We took another look at it as I tried to administer to it. He flexed his fingers and a thick layer of skin pulled away showing white stuff underneath (muscle/tendon?) That's when he said he felt nauseous. I tried to get him to sit down. He wanted to lie down instead. so I led him into the den and got him to lie down while I worked on the cut.
"I think you need stitches. we should go to the ER" I said
"Ok, do you know where we can go?" he responded
We had just switched health insurance provider. So I jumped on the internet to locate one. It took me a bit of time as the laptop wasn't connecting. Jon got up to try to do it himself. I yelled at him to sit his butt back down and keep his hand up. he did (wow!)
Within 10 mins, we had crated Stella, and we were off to the ER.
While I was driving I said to Jon: you know, if you really didn't wanted to do dishes, you didn't have to cut yourself. :P
That was pretty much the running theme of our visit. Keeping it light, instead of me going boinkers on him. (although I did go boinkers on him later that evening when everything settled down)
The ER wasn't as scary as I thought it would be, but the wait was as long as we thought it would. We didn't leave until 7:30pm. There were lots of crazy people in there as well, which was entertaining enough.
I realized that Jon is going to get injured often and I know that I will always worry about him. But I need to learn to calm down about it.
At least this time he behaved himself, listened to me and let me take him to the ER.
Started off with me cooking on Saturday night and brunch on Sunday morning. Both times he said he would do the dishes and didn't. So I nagged him about it. Finally at 3pm on Sunday he started washing the dishes while I went about vacuuming the house.
Then I heard "HELP!!!" from the kitchen.
I ran as quickly as my little legs would take me. Ran in screaming "what happened?!"
Jon was at the sink, I could see the broken glass in there, and he raised his hand to show me.
There was blood. lots of it. I felt faint, swallowed and my brain kicked in. I turned on the tap and stuck his hand underneath the water flow to clear some of the blood away so I can see the damage. There was a crescent shaped cut about 1 inch long. blood oozed out quickly. So I grabbed paper towel, folded it and pressed it over cut. "Put pressure on this while I go get the kit" and ran upstairs.
I got annoyed because Jon had taken stuff out of my first aid kit without putting things back. So it took me longer to locate all the things. By the time I got back to Jon, he had made his way to bathroom.
We took another look at it as I tried to administer to it. He flexed his fingers and a thick layer of skin pulled away showing white stuff underneath (muscle/tendon?) That's when he said he felt nauseous. I tried to get him to sit down. He wanted to lie down instead. so I led him into the den and got him to lie down while I worked on the cut.
"I think you need stitches. we should go to the ER" I said
"Ok, do you know where we can go?" he responded
We had just switched health insurance provider. So I jumped on the internet to locate one. It took me a bit of time as the laptop wasn't connecting. Jon got up to try to do it himself. I yelled at him to sit his butt back down and keep his hand up. he did (wow!)
Within 10 mins, we had crated Stella, and we were off to the ER.
While I was driving I said to Jon: you know, if you really didn't wanted to do dishes, you didn't have to cut yourself. :P
That was pretty much the running theme of our visit. Keeping it light, instead of me going boinkers on him. (although I did go boinkers on him later that evening when everything settled down)
The ER wasn't as scary as I thought it would be, but the wait was as long as we thought it would. We didn't leave until 7:30pm. There were lots of crazy people in there as well, which was entertaining enough.
I realized that Jon is going to get injured often and I know that I will always worry about him. But I need to learn to calm down about it.