Another trip to the ER
I think the next trip will be free!! At least I think it should be.
Thursday morning was a typical day. I was showered, dressed to the shoes, made a doc appointemtn for myself and got one kid off to school. M and the boy and I were about to head to my twice monthly MOPS meeting when a heard a somewhat familiar blood curing scream.
I sprint to the source of the scream and find The Boy with blood dripping off his hand (Yup, the same one that was burned) and small pools of blood on the floor, his pants, the wall where he touched it. M was nearby trying to calm him with "I didn't mean to catch your hand in the door".
Ok, a quick assessment of the area and I grab 2 wash cloths, one to soothe his hand and catch the blood and the other I handed to M to clean up the floor and wall. Basic first aid kicks in and I apply pressure to the source of the bleeding, which from what I can tall is the rather large skin tag that was on his ring ringer, but it is bleeding too bad to tell for sure. After a good 5 minutes the blood nor the screams are subsiding, so I call the doc to see what they think I should do. Near as I can tell, the skin tag has been partially removed and the top part of one of his grafts, too but the bathroom door which was being operated by a 4YO.
They tall me to get to Children's hospital ASAP. Rather they tell me "Do you need us to call an ambulance, or do you have someone to drive you there so that you (me) can keep constant pressure on it?" I tell them I can call my FIL and hang up with them, call my FIL, who will head right over (He lives about a mile away) and then the Church to let them know I will NOT be attending the meeting that is about to start. I find my supplies and carry the boy tot he kitchen floor with them and hte portable phone. I Put some bacitracin on it, put a bit of adaptect over that (It won't stick to wounds) then wrap gauze around that and then wrap the whole thing in coban. I figure this should buy me enough time to run to the garage to get the boy's car seat. The IL's ahve a seat for the girls in their car, so I'm just going to need one. I send M to get s few busy things for herself and run out to the garage, leaving the boy to cry for a minutes. I close the garage with his seat over my shoulder just as my FIL pulls in. I set to work installing the seat and he goes in to supervise the kids.
He then heads out with M and I gather the boy, his bag, some snacks for me (I didn't eat at home since I had planned on munching at the meeting).
The boy screams the entire 20 minute ride to the hospital, but at least FIL tells me that he will take care of M and get her on her bus if need be, so that is one less worry in the ER waiting room. I unhook the boy's seat and bring him in still attached sending FIL away with M.
We get inside and sign in at 9:50 and see the triage nurse almost immediately, who changed the now blood soaked bandage. Then we sit for over 2 hours until we are lead to the back. At least registration goes smoothly (We've been here before) and DH gets there to offer some kisses for both of us before heading back to work. The boy cries off and on during the wait.
The nurse comes in to take a peek (Blood soaked gauze once again) and take a quick history, and give pain meds FINALLY before sending us to X-ray (I never even thought that the scremeing could be from a fracture!) but the x-ray shows no breakage. Then they have a surgeon take a peek at it since the doc isn't sure what a 5 month Post op skin graft is supposed to look like. Surgeon is very impressed with the look of the grafts in general, and is not concerned about the nearly severed skin tag.
We are given instructions for "Abrasion" care and told what to look for if infection sets in. I must ask the right questions since she stopped trying to explain to me about "sterile" PT and wound care. THe Shriner's have taught me well!!
I call my FIL to pick us back up, DH to tell him that the prognosis is good, then my parents to tell them of the ordeal. Then I run to the cafeteria to grab a snack since it is now after 2 and I am starving! FIL and MIL arrive and bring us home, and I am suddenly tired, the boy asleep.
I slide him into bed, eat some cereal, then make a few more phone calls, including the clinic at the Shriner's in Cincinnati and send a few e-mails until the girls get home.
I hope I never have to go to the ER again!!!
Thursday morning was a typical day. I was showered, dressed to the shoes, made a doc appointemtn for myself and got one kid off to school. M and the boy and I were about to head to my twice monthly MOPS meeting when a heard a somewhat familiar blood curing scream.
I sprint to the source of the scream and find The Boy with blood dripping off his hand (Yup, the same one that was burned) and small pools of blood on the floor, his pants, the wall where he touched it. M was nearby trying to calm him with "I didn't mean to catch your hand in the door".
Ok, a quick assessment of the area and I grab 2 wash cloths, one to soothe his hand and catch the blood and the other I handed to M to clean up the floor and wall. Basic first aid kicks in and I apply pressure to the source of the bleeding, which from what I can tall is the rather large skin tag that was on his ring ringer, but it is bleeding too bad to tell for sure. After a good 5 minutes the blood nor the screams are subsiding, so I call the doc to see what they think I should do. Near as I can tell, the skin tag has been partially removed and the top part of one of his grafts, too but the bathroom door which was being operated by a 4YO.
They tall me to get to Children's hospital ASAP. Rather they tell me "Do you need us to call an ambulance, or do you have someone to drive you there so that you (me) can keep constant pressure on it?" I tell them I can call my FIL and hang up with them, call my FIL, who will head right over (He lives about a mile away) and then the Church to let them know I will NOT be attending the meeting that is about to start. I find my supplies and carry the boy tot he kitchen floor with them and hte portable phone. I Put some bacitracin on it, put a bit of adaptect over that (It won't stick to wounds) then wrap gauze around that and then wrap the whole thing in coban. I figure this should buy me enough time to run to the garage to get the boy's car seat. The IL's ahve a seat for the girls in their car, so I'm just going to need one. I send M to get s few busy things for herself and run out to the garage, leaving the boy to cry for a minutes. I close the garage with his seat over my shoulder just as my FIL pulls in. I set to work installing the seat and he goes in to supervise the kids.
He then heads out with M and I gather the boy, his bag, some snacks for me (I didn't eat at home since I had planned on munching at the meeting).
The boy screams the entire 20 minute ride to the hospital, but at least FIL tells me that he will take care of M and get her on her bus if need be, so that is one less worry in the ER waiting room. I unhook the boy's seat and bring him in still attached sending FIL away with M.
We get inside and sign in at 9:50 and see the triage nurse almost immediately, who changed the now blood soaked bandage. Then we sit for over 2 hours until we are lead to the back. At least registration goes smoothly (We've been here before) and DH gets there to offer some kisses for both of us before heading back to work. The boy cries off and on during the wait.
The nurse comes in to take a peek (Blood soaked gauze once again) and take a quick history, and give pain meds FINALLY before sending us to X-ray (I never even thought that the scremeing could be from a fracture!) but the x-ray shows no breakage. Then they have a surgeon take a peek at it since the doc isn't sure what a 5 month Post op skin graft is supposed to look like. Surgeon is very impressed with the look of the grafts in general, and is not concerned about the nearly severed skin tag.
We are given instructions for "Abrasion" care and told what to look for if infection sets in. I must ask the right questions since she stopped trying to explain to me about "sterile" PT and wound care. THe Shriner's have taught me well!!
I call my FIL to pick us back up, DH to tell him that the prognosis is good, then my parents to tell them of the ordeal. Then I run to the cafeteria to grab a snack since it is now after 2 and I am starving! FIL and MIL arrive and bring us home, and I am suddenly tired, the boy asleep.
I slide him into bed, eat some cereal, then make a few more phone calls, including the clinic at the Shriner's in Cincinnati and send a few e-mails until the girls get home.
I hope I never have to go to the ER again!!!
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