The Sunday before last my husband was in the basement starting a fire. Our granddaughter was down there with him, bouncing her ball at the other end of the room. I heard him breaking wood down to kindling and her chattering away with him. Before I knew it, Granddaughter came into the living room, still bouncing her ball. Husband was following her, bent, grimacing, and limping. He said, “Come here and look at this for me.”
That is never good.
Many years ago he was off in the woods looking for downed limbs, (our landlord allows us to use all the wood we can gather short of cutting trees), and he returned, bloody face, hand on his head and telling me “it” wasn’t as bad as it looked. The gash on his head from a fallen limb took eight stitches.
We got into the bathroom and there was a small cut in his pants. Okay, maybe not too bad. The blood soaking the area might be from something else.😉
I helped him take his trousers down to look. For just a moment we were both hoping the gash the axe left would not require a trip to the hospital, but that wasn’t the case. Once we decided it was bad enough, he pulled his pants up and I cut off the leg of them and his long underwear. It was fine because the long underwear was old and had a hole in the knee, and now the pants had a cut in them too, so, off with their legs!
If you have children, you know when the decision to go to the hospital has been made, you’re taken over by a kind of Mommy Fugue state and all your moves are choreographed by your hormones. I went to my sewing box, got out the scissors for material. The kitchen shears were closer but they have been used to hack up chickens and cut open bags of frozen veg, they aren’t the proper tool for this job. So, I slipped off Husband’s shoe and sock, cut the legs, put the sock back on and then the shoe. Of course I had to tie the shoe. I knew the adrenalin was really pumping when I tied the laces and then started to tie a double knot the way you do with a toddler’s shoe.
Muscle memory is a wonderful thing. It keeps first responders sharp. When we practice movements over and over we can do them flawlessly in an emergency. I now know when I’m tasked with shoe tying, those pups are staying put because no matter the age of my charge, I’ll be tying double knots. This is likely why I wear slip-ons.
The gash took 12 stitches total.
He’s grounded from playing with wood for a while.