out of commission

He's not at all clumsy,

but he does seem to be a little bit accident prone.

He had the wood in the foot - and the fork in the toe.

Just a few weeks ago, he hurt his ankle when we were at a birthday party.

He doesn't know what he did, but he was in a good bit of pain.

I was deciding if I should worry about him when he told me he was seeing flashes of light

and felt a little dizzy. Oh, and his lips turned completely white.

~

Apparently there was a chip out of the rim on one of the milk mugs (another one. sigh.)

and today, when he was washing up the lunch dishes, it sliced his finger.

"Mom, you better come here." Brandon called as he rushed to the bathroom.

We got the bleeding stopped fairly quickly, but as I tried to ascertain the severity, he said he wasn't feeling so good.

I told him to take slow deep breaths and looked up at his face. 

His lips were gray.

Crap.

I wasn't feeling too swift myself - but I was in the middle of a hot flash....

Just in case we were both fixin' to pass out, I quickly moved our operation to the bedroom.

I went back and forth over 'do we need to get stitches?',

and texted Maggie, Eva, and Tyler.

Maggie and Eva both felt like we were probably ok with steri-strips 

and Tyler told me to trust my judgement

or something like that.

So I decided we were probably good without stitches.

if we could keep it closed.

I'd already steri-stripped it and it was actually looking fairly good

but

I hadn't cleaned it out thoroughly,

so I had to open it back up

to clean it.

We both got a little woozy again.

Got him all bandaged back up and decided that I'd fashion a splint come bedtime, 

to keep him from bending his fingers in his sleep, and re-opening the wound.

That worked for awhile,

but then the stupid steri-strips wouldn't stay put;

the kid's hands were sweaty.

I sent Maggie another text 'steri strips aren't gonna cut it'.

So she told us to come on in and she fixed him right up.

And now, he can't do any writing, can't wash dishes, can't shower...

Poor guy.