"Honey, I need your help! I cut myself."
That may sound like no big deal to most people but the second I heard it I felt like I was going to pass out. That was before I had seen anything. See, I knew it wasn't gonna be pretty because he actually asked for help ... he doesn't do that ... ever. He's a typical guy.
I walk in the kitchen and he's standing there at the sink and he's kind of shaking a little. That's nothing new ... his hands are always a little shaky ... it was the pasty white face that made me take a step back. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.
I automatically ask if he wants me to call Kathy (our savior, medical professional neighbor who has come to our rescue more times than she would like, I'm sure). He said yes ... oh shit, he said YES!
Let me now share a little information about myself. I suck at seeing blood, dealing with bloodiness, thinking about bloodiness ... trauma in general ... of any kind unless it is one of my kids and I have no choice because I am the only one around and even then it is likely I will lose my shit.
Okay, back to my pasty faced bleeding husband who never asks for help but just did.
I called Kathy who was literally just stepping out of the shower. She asked if he could wait 10 minutes before coming over. Then she stopped herself and asked if he needed her to come here. He said yes ... there's that bile again.
I poured Nick a glass of orange juice ... cuz that's what they give you after you donate blood ... right? I figured that would help. He sat at the table for a minute and seemed semi okay and then he kind of turned greenish white and started breathing all heavy and shit.
Um ... what's happening in my stomach? Whatever it is ... it's not good!
He asked for a cold damp, cloth for his head. Holy shit ... are you kidding me!?! This man never asks for anything and now he needs a cold, damp cloth. He must be messed up!
I got him his towel vice and told him to lay his ass down before he passed out ... which would clearly make me pass out and I'm sure that would have scarred Layla for life. He barely made it to the couch but once he got there he said he felt way better.
Kathy came over ... wet hair and all (what a great freakin woman she is!) and glued him back together. Did I mention she had to cut off some sort of skin flappy thing before she glued him? Yep ... that just made my stomach flip again. That woman has guts of steel and clearly chose the right profession.
Nick took some Tylenol and went to the basement to watch the game. Jeff, BigPapaBrey, and Dan came over to keep him company. Dan made sure he didn't bleed out and the day turned out okay.
Kathy ... we all thank you. Nick, for gluing him back together. Me, for preventing a trip to the clinic which would have involved serious lightheadedness and possible vomiting ... all on my part! And last but not least, Layla who thanks you for saving her from it all.
2 comments:
I think the juice was most helpful...or maybe when you forced me to show you the cut...that was good.
Jill......I don't know what to say. I can't believe you kept your shit together long enough to call Kathy. I am amazed! When she got there, did she find you on the bathroom floor trying to keep from passing out? What an ordeal. Just for the stupid Mead. It's evil.
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