Let me back track a bit. I was standing in the store when my husband called, telling me that the school just called and Devin needs to go to the emergency room. Huh?? He said that his little fingers were smashed in a door. I didn't really panic. I thought how bad could it be? I quickly paid for my stuff since I was done anyway. Drove 2 minutes to the school and rushed inside. Upon entering I hear little voices saying, "Look, it's Devin's mom." I guess I've spent a lot of time at his school over the years he's been there :). I walked in the nurses office. Devin was lying down, not looking so good. I saw the blood on his shirt and that's when I began to panic. The nurse carefully peeled away the gauze and, oh my goodness, my poor little baby's finger was a gnarled mess! Or at least to my eyes it was. Called the husband back immediately to tell him to meet us at the hospital. It was so cute, but Devin was embarrassed! The nurse wheeled him out to my car in a wheel chair :).
We drove to the emergency room, Devin had a few moments of panic, telling me that he hated his life. That he wished he could just live in a little box so that he never got hurt again. My baby :(. I hate when I can't take his pain away. But he was a trooper. I'm so proud of him. He may have had some moments where he cried as he imagined what the doctor would do to him. And I had no idea if stitches were needed. When the doc said he would need them (four total), Devin lost it all over again :(. And then again when he said that Devin may lose his fingernail! But whenever the doctor or nurses were around, Devin stayed strong through everything they did to him. He didn't even flinch when they stuck the needle in his little finger to numb it.
I can't say the same for myself however. When the doc was done, Devin sat up and that's when I began to feel queasy. I don't know, all of sudden my skin began to tingle. I got that sweaty sensation. I thought I was going to pass out. The doctor looked at me and told me to lay down. I grew extremely pale. The doc brought me a cup of water. That didn't work. One of the nurses came back in and she took one look at me and asked if I was okay. She got me a big glass of apple juice, and that did the trick. I think with the trauma of seeing my son going through something like this for the first time, and the fact that I was hungry caused me to go into a little bit of shock. When we were leaving the room another nurse who we hadn't seen was entering and she looked at me and asked I was going to be okay. Everyone kept saying how pale I was. It was the most bizarre thing to react that way to my son's injury. But we are home, and Devin is in good spirits.
We told Devin that this was like a rite of passage to manhood! That and hairy balls! Okay, that last bit is from Devin. I think it's a boy thing, the obsession with his balls :P. Sometimes I wish I had a girl...:).
On to other things, I'm one step closer to being enrolled in school this fall! The Medical Office Assistant program. I'm so excited about that. And then, last Thursday I hurt my back at work. I had already given them my notice, but gave them a few extra weeks to make sure that the girl replacing me was trained enough. I would have stayed on another week, but my damn back. It's doing better now, just have to watch how I move and what I lift. But it's okay, because I have an interview tomorrow at the mall working at mall customer service. I would love to be back at the mall. I really enjoyed working the calendar kiosk, seeing the people and interacting with them. It was fun and I loved going to work. I go to the mall and I miss working there. So I really hope I get this job.
Anything new and exciting going on with you?
