Saturday, June 18, 2011

In the wars

My shoe slipped on a wet leaf as I was coming down the garden steps and I crashed down. The fall itself wasn't too bad but I happened to be carrying a plate, which shattered and cut three of my fingers.

I was very brave though and didn't faint. Actually I don't usually faint at the sight of my own cuts bleeding. It's only blood tests or blood donoring or thinking about cutting flesh or listening to someone talking about it that make me faint.

One of my most embarrassing times was when I visited a friend in a high dependency ward in hospital. There wasn't even any blood on show; I blame it on the heat in the ward. And you wouldn't believe the fuss the nurse made: you'd have thought they weren't used to people fainting.

The other really embarrassing and quite shameful incident was when Younger Son was a toddler. He must have been about two and was carrying a full milk bottle in from the front door when he tripped. When I think of it now I wonder what on earth possessed me letting him carry it at all.

As soon as I saw the blood spouting from his hand I picked him up and rushed him in to the neighbour who was a doctor; she took one look and told me to go to hospital A&E. I got him in the car and drove him there, gave all the details in and was waiting to be seen when I could feel myself going woozy. I don't remember if it was to a nurse or a complete stranger that I said, 'Please hold my baby; I think I'm about to faint.'

Another friend who also happened to be a doctor and who was in the hospital that afternoon walked past to see me stretched out on a bed. 'What's happened to you?' she said, and I had to admit the terrible truth. 'Nothing.'

The only thing to my credit in this shameful story is that I did get him to a safe place before my affliction got the better of me.

The first friend later admitted that she'd worried that YS had done some serious damage cutting ... something - ligament, tendon? - but he was fine except for some impressive stitches and a scar. In fact, I was probably more damaged by the incident!

10 comments:

Leslie: said...

So sorry about your mishap, but think of Anne (in Oxfordshire) who is now in hospital awaiting surgery for a broken ankle - happened last night when she and hubby went out dancing and she went over on her ankle. OWEEE!!Not to minimize your fall, but you'll heal a lot faster than she will. And if it had happened to me, I would have embarrassed myself a lot more by doing something uncontrollably, if you get my drift...lol

Liz said...

Oh no! Poor Anne. Thanks for telling me, leslie.

NitWit1 said...

I used faint at the sight of my or anyone's blood. However the years inflicted so many blood tests I don't even tell them to lie me down anymore.

Hope nothing other than your feelings are hurt.

Gledwood said...

I remember blundering into Moorfield's eye hospital with something that had been in my eye all the last night and all that morning and the receptionist gazing at me like "WHAT THE...!!" and I thought bloody hell this is an EYE HOSPITAL I'm barely a 1/10 on a scale of scary eye-gore. Hey maybe it was her 1st day or something... whatever. Your post reminded me of this...

Rose said...

Oh dear, you're going to have to watch those wet leaves, Liz! I hope your fingers heal quickly. And I'm proud of you for not fainting. I made a similar trip to the ER with my younger son oh so many years ago--glad you made it through that, too.

Right now I'm nursing a jammed thumb after I tripped over Sophie:)

nick said...

I don't mind the sight of blood, but what really makes me squirm is those gruesome TV dramas where they're happily slicing open dead bodies and ripping out their innards. It's a great relief when they've finished the autopsy and it's back to the tea-break gossiping.

CherryPie said...

I get very squeamish about cuts, I can't look at them...

I hope your hand recovers quickly.

Furtheron said...

hope your hand is soon better...

I did similar to your son when about the same age... my brother was very ill with meningitis so all were busy in the house. I therefore "helped" by carrying in the milk but tripped in the hall fell on a bottle and ripped my knee open... apparently the hall was full of "pink" milk, or so my Mum told me.

I still have huge scar on my knee where that one was! But it was so long ago I honestly have never remembered it at all.

Liz said...

I'm fine now, nitwit, thank you.

That sounds like you, gledwood.

Hope your thumb is better now too, rose.

I have to cover my eyes for those bits, nick.

It's weird, isn't it, cherrypie? Not at all logical but something chemical I assume.

I don't actually remember clearing up the milk, furtheron ...

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