Nike's Psyche

An outlet for my peaceful ponderings with, perhaps, the occasional rant.

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."
 
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