Nike's Psyche

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Friday, September 22, 2006

Friday Five: Boo boo alert

I haven't posted in awhile because once again my world zoomed out of control. But, I have turned in my resignation and with only 10 working days remaining, I hope this Friday to jump start my blogging again. So, here goes . . .

Songbird's post begins, "After a tumble in a parking lot the other day, I'm sporting a lovely abrasion on my leg--so attractive. It's the same leg I hurt when I fell off the same pair of sandals on the same sort of uneven pavement in Edinburgh last month. Will I ever learn to wear less dangerous shoes and/or pay attention to where I am going? As I drove home to take care of it I called my husband and said, "Boo boo alert!" Here is our Friday Five on that subject."



1) Are you a baby about small injuries?

No. Having through-hiked the Appalachian Trail and then a home-birth with my daughter, I have learned to take the pain of annoying injuries like hang nails and paper cuts. Although honestly, those are about equal in pain to me!

2) What's the silliest way you have ever hurt yourself?

Hmmm . . . the most embarrassing was when I was in 7th grade and realized I was late for a relay race during field day and in running to get to my position, I had to jump a short fence. Unfortunately, I didn't notice the piece of wire sticking up and tore a hole not only in my pants but ripped my inner thigh. I still have the scar and I was too humiliated to say that I was injured and so I ran anyway (but very poorly!).

3) Who took care of your boo-boos when you were a child?

My mother.

4) Are you a good nurse when others have boo-boos?

I would like to think so. I don't react badly to the sight of blood and I try to handle things well.

5) What's the worst accidental injury you've suffered? Did it require a trip to the Emergency Room?

The worst injury (and my only real injury, for that matter) happened when I was a teenager and I was sitting on a trail bike with a friend while someone else was tinkering with it. The bike suddenly jolted foreward and hit a large boulder. I jumped off the bike but when I looked down I had blood flowing from the inside knee of one leg and a half-inch slice in the other in which I could see the muscle in my calf. I butterflied the wounds together with tape and my friends rushed me to the corpsmen at Kaneohe Air Force Base with my head hanging out the window. I was trying dry my hair before my stepmother met me there because I had been swimming without permission. I had to get stitches but it was impossible in the next few weeks to keep them dry while bathing and I ended up not only with an eye-shaped scar on one leg and two small scars on the other but scars from the holes that marked where I had been "stitched."

4 Comments:

  • At 10:08 PM, Anonymous Cathy said…

    Welcome back to the blog world - glad to see you get back in the blogging saddle. Sounds like you are no wimp about pain!

     
  • At 11:39 PM, Blogger CSL said…

    This reminds me of Kate's orginal post, and what started me blogging in the first place!
    About pain - childbirth was easier than a smaller pain because of the whopping reward at the end, and the worst injuries seem to always occur in silly ways, when you are being least mindful. I can't help but flash back to being carried to the car for a trip to the ER by my stats professor after a dogbite to the calf at a party.
    And now, I do okay unless it involves my children's pain. I know you can relate to that!

     
  • At 4:07 PM, Blogger Laura said…

    1) Are you a baby about small injuries?

    Probably more of a baby about little pains! Having blood drawn terrifies me, but I've gotten through a lot of major pain creditably: childbirth (times five) and surgeries.
    2) What's the silliest way you have ever hurt yourself?

    Probably running into a tree as a four-year-old and breaking my nose.

    3) Who took care of your boo-boos when you were a child?

    My mother, if I was lucky! My father always made me apologize to whatever I'd done myself damage on: As in "Tell the floor you're sorry you fell on it." Me, sniffling: "I'm sorry, Floor." Probably good distracting psychology, but I preferred the "kiss to make it better" treatment.

    4) Are you a good nurse when others have boo-boos?

    I do well in an emergency, but freak over little things.

    5) What's the worst accidental injury you've suffered? Did it require a trip to the Emergency Room?

    A flimsy tall metal cabinet fell over when I tugged on the door and sent a bottle of pancake syrup crashing from the top shelf. Barefooted, I stepped back on a shard of glass and cut my heel. (What a mess! Blood and syrup intermingled. Yuck!) It was cleaned and bandaged at the Mare Island Naval Shipyard emergency room, but not stitched. I went home to clean up the mess, wearing slippers!

     
  • At 11:38 AM, Blogger Sivatheja said…

    OMG! This post really hurts.

     

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