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I Had A Battle Today And Lost – Ouch.

Laundry

I had a battle today–with a bleach bottle.

I rarely use bleach, in fact, it wasn’t until a couple of years ago that I used it at all. My son came home from college with our white towels and well, they weren’t white and smelled awful! There really was/is no place for him to hang his towels so they dry, he says. They get put into his hamper damp and that does not bode well for the towels nor any of his other clothes. I had to use bleach.

Plus, now that my husband is doing work on older homes (both small and large renovations), he’s getting filthy!! Especially his socks and any white t-shirts he may wear on-site. I miss the years he worked in new construction. ~sigh~

Anyway, I battled the bleach bottle…and lost. 😦

I swear I saw stars while cleaning this wound.

After I gingerly washed my hands, I carefully laid the flap of skin back over the top wound to re-seal and heal itself. (Oops, sorry, TMI?) The nice red welts below that are blisters which will, hopefully, re-absorb into my palm without breaking open.

How Did This Happen?

Trying to open the bleach bottle, that’s how, you know, the darn “Press Down and Turn” cap? Well, I did and it didn’t. I hadn’t noticed what I’d done to my hand until I gave up and stormed off into the kitchen.

My Solution?

My husband came home from an errand and I waved “hello” with my bandaged hand.

“What did you DO?”

I showed him. “Ewww. Ouch.”

I told him of my dilemma fully versing him in my attempts to open the bleach bottle: at first gently pushing and turning the cap as instructed, and when that didn’t work, I used my full weight on it again and again and again. Grrrr…..

“You want me to open it?”

“Sure.” He proceeded to go out and, of course, opened the darn bleach bottle on his first try. I took a deep breath and squinted my eyes.

“I did that!! I tried doing it gently and lightly at first!!!! It didn’t work!!”

“I believe you! I believe you.” He closed it and opened it again.

“It’s not fair and it’s not funny!”

He walked away chuckling while I carefully started the white load then squealed with pain when I had to wash my hands afterwards. Hours later, I have to laugh too.

This whole thing reminded me of an hysterical Carol Burnett skit where she plays a woman who comes home from grocery shopping and proceeds to try to open up various items: cheese, jars, milk cartons, all to no avail. Click on her name above to watch it. Me?

I’m letting my husband grill tonight. I’m not going anywhere near the kitchen. The laundry was enough for me today. 🙂 Oh, and at some point, I’ll thank him for opening that bottle of bleach for me.

Have you ever felt like you’re in a Carol Burnett shtick?

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Yup, Two Surgeries Within One Year. You?

Let me first say…

Our son has never had an injury growing up. Yup, mom was protective. I’m not going to lie and I’m not going to apologize. And yes, he’s our only child (everyone always asks that). I guess if you have more than one child, you get numb or nonplussed about injuries because you have more of them to deal with – that’s my guess, anyway.

Our son had two major (to me) surgeries this past year while away at college. Thank heavens my husband is the calm one and handles life’s unexpected mishaps better than I do. That’s why I love him. I can freak out and cry and he can calm me. It’s a perfect match.

Also, luckily, he could drive to our son’s college town, and be with him for that day and the day after to make sure everything went smoothly…and for my sanity’s sake. Who knew dairy and soy could be in hospital anesthesia and equipment? Plus, mom can’t stay in a guy’s dorm room, I mean, how would it LOOK? 😯

As a result, I had to let my son heal from his injuries and cope with his daily life on his own (I could only give him emotional/mental support each week), so this past year has been extra stressful for me. No helping with laundry, no helping with meals, no helping with bandaging, you know, Mom stuff. 😦

First accident

While working at a sports and game bar last summer, my son tried out their stupid punching bag to-measure-your-strength “game”. His last hit he decided to go all out and really punch the thing. Unfortunately, he hit the bag where the padding was worn thin and so, hit the thick iron piece that held the punching bag in place. He was in excruciating pain but finished his shift as a server. He grimaced as a co-worker shook his hand and he could barely drive home at 2:00am.

My baby’s wrist!

We thought his wrist had just been jammed since there was no bruising, he could move his fingers and even push down with his fingers. We iced it, gave him something for the pain and within a few days, it was no longer swollen and the pain had abated.

We honestly didn’t think he broke it.

A few weeks later, he started his Fall semester in college and he asked his sports professor for any exercises to help him stretch out part of his wrist that seemed stubborn.

She sent him to the infirmary. The nurse there, in turn, sent him to a specialist. They both surmised it was broken…and they were right. 😦

Wrist Surgery

Surgery went well although it took seven (yes, 7!!) weeks between a doctor’s and specialist’s appointments, having an MRI, reading it, and keeping a brace on it while they awaited the results and to schedule the surgery. He was then in a cast for 9 weeks and took all of his exams at the Student Center with the help of a volunteer transcriptionist since he is right-handed and he could barely hold a pen in his hand because of the cast. We worried about his mental state but he coped just fine.

I told him there was a lesson in this for him to learn: how to ask for help. He loves to do things on his own, figure things out on his own, do for himself and now he *had* to ask for help. He had no choice. He grudgingly agreed.

We were glad when his cast came off right before he came home for Christmas. He now has a permanent screw in his wrist.

Second Accident

My baby’s elbow!! If you look at the top of his elbow, you’ll see a long patch of lighter skin. That’s where he landed.

During his Spring semester, I got a call from our son asking for his insurance information. Thankfully, it is required that students have insurance while they attend college so he has insurance through the college which is all wrapped up into his and our student loans.

Anyway, he didn’t have his insurance card with him…at the emergency room at the hospital. What?? My heart lurched. He had been testing out a friend’s long board to see if he liked it enough to buy his own when he went over a speed bump and was thrown forward. Strangely enough, the long board went forward too, not backward like you would think.

He landed on his left elbow and…you guessed it…he broke it. And no, he was not wearing any sort of protective gear which he would have had he tried anything like that at home. I told you, I’m *that* kind of mom.

Elbow Surgery

Instead of seven (7) weeks worth of doctors’ visits like his wrist, the surgery was scheduled within a week and he was very happy to hear he wouldn’t have to wear a cast. He was all wrapped up, of course, and had to wear a sling for a few weeks but no hard cast. Yay!

He had his last check-up here in town and now has a permanent flexible metal plate in his elbow with six (6) screws. The doctor said only 10% of patients request a second surgery to remove it; the rest simply live with it forever. My son was amused to hear he’d have to get a doctor’s note if he ever flew because he would now set off their metal detectors. 🙄 Yes, I’m rolling my eyes.

We told him, “That’s it. You’re done. You didn’t have any accidents or injuries growing up, now you’ve had two. You’re all done.” He’s agreed.

Pssst, we’re still loading him up with safety gear before he goes back in August with or without a long board. Parents’ prerogative.

So, that’s how this past year has been for us. How about you? Any challenges, setbacks, mishaps you’ve survived? I’d like to know I’m not alone.

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